karen bitch training

 I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed drink and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my fifteen year old daughter had been caught sneaking out in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and waiting for her to come home so that I could kill her. Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going to know it.

In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We fought about everything. We fought about money and sex and the best way to raise our teenage daughter. We fought about the house and the cars and the bills and my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex. Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a civil word for the other.

I would like to be able to say that our problems were entirely my husband's fault. That would not be accurate. I realized even while it was happening that it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly.

I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I still love him and I think that he still loves me. We just couldn't stay in the same house any longer.

I have to admit that I have nearly spent us into the poorhouse. I must be one of those compulsive shoppers. I spent more money than we had every month and the more my husband yelled at me about it the more I spent.

As for the sex, I have never been very fond of sex. It always seemed so dirty, so demeaning. In the beginning I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our daughter was born I lost all interest and it became more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And long before our relationship had devolved into a good imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I miss being held and having someone to cuddle up to. But I don't miss the sex.

After a particularly loud and mean spirited argument one evening I insisted that my husband leave and not come back. The second thoughts didn't start until he had been gone for a few days.

We both have lawyers now. We are going through what they call a trial separation. Our daughter is staying with me but she blames me for the breakup. We are only just barely able to be in the same room long enough to eat dinner.

Lori is two months away from turning sixteen. She is a beautiful girl in the body of a beautiful young woman. She is intelligent but far too headstrong. Her resentment since I threw her dad out has begun to fester into open hostility. That hostility has lead to fights that are reminiscent of the arguments that I was having with her father before he left. She has become all but unmanageable. She has started to dress like a slut and on several occasions I have caught her sneaking back into the house after midnight. If I didn't need the child support money that I'm getting from her father I'd send her off to live with him. Unfortunately my job doesn't pay well enough to support my shopping habits without the extra money I get from him.

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I am only thirty-two and I'm not ready to let myself go. I have a great figure and it is important to me that I dress well and that my wardrobe is stylish and current. My job as a secretary isn't the most satisfying or high paying job but it was the best that I could do when I started working after Lori entered the fourth grade. Since I didn't finished high school and I had never worked before I was pretty darned lucky to get that job.

I finally heard a noise at the front door and I heard my daughter sneaking in. I was all ready to start yelling at Lori. I didn't know what else I could do to punish her. She was already grounded but she ignored that. I had taken away her cell phone but she bought another with her own money. I have no idea where she got the money.

I waited for Lori to come in so I could let her have it but she didn't. I heard noises from just inside the front door and I realized that she was with a boy and that they were making out by the door.

I lost it. I stormed through the living room and into the foyer and when I saw the boy she was with I started screaming at them. Boy! Young man was more like it. He looked like he must surely be in his twenties. It was hard to tell though. I'm not that familiar with black people. It was hard for me to judge.

This young black man had his arms around my fifteen year old daughter! His hands were on her backside and they were kissing, if you can call it that. It looked like they were trying to swallow each other! It was the most disgusting thing that I had ever seen.

I shrieked at them. I grabbed Lori's arm and jerked her away from that animal and when he turned to face me I slapped him as hard as I could.

I screamed at him to leave my house immediately and demanded that he never speak to my daughter again.

He stood there rubbing his cheek with his hand. He was glowering at me and towering over me. I suddenly was struck by just how large he was. He was at least six feet tall, probably a couple inches taller than that. He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds and there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a dark t-shirt and his muscles stuck out all over the place. His arms were huge.

Still, despite his rather amazing physique and his advanced age relative to my daughter, I was not yet aware of the peril I was in. I was in my house and he was the young man sneaking my daughter home at midnight. I was the mother and I was in charge. It wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes that I started to feel uncomfortable.

He dropped his hand from his cheek and I saw the fury in his face and I realized at last that I was not in control here. I tried to bluff. I yelled at him to get out before I called the police. When this threat elicited nothing but a sneer from him I knew that I was in trouble.

I was just about to yell at him again, to demand that he leave. Before I could open my mouth Lori pulled her arm out of my grip and in a disturbingly quiet, calm, somewhat mocking voice she said, "Mother, I would like you to meet Kevin. He is my boyfriend. I guess you probably got that impression when you saw us."

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Kevin and I were staring at each other in a battle of wills that I was starting to feel myself losing. We stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he said, "I am going to overlook what you just did because I realize that you don't know any better. But you are going to experience a lot of pain if you are not a fast learner bitch. You don't ever hit me. You don't hit any man. You don't every raise your voice to me. You do not raise your voice to any man. Your daughter was right. You need to learn your place in the world just like she did."

I gasped loudly and exploded, "BITCH! Don't you dare come into my house and call me a name. How dare you! Get out! Get out this moment!"

The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor holding my face and gasping for breath. He had hit me! No one had ever hit me before. Never! Not once in thirty-two years had anyone ever raised a hand to me. I was too shocked to even cry!

I sprang to my feet with the idea of attacking him and scratching his eyes out but somehow I found myself back on the floor rubbing my other cheek. I never even saw him move his arm!

I screamed and jumped up again and the next thing that I knew he had my arm twisted up behind my back and he was holding a handful of my hair and I was powerless.

Kevin slowly lifted my arm higher behind my back until I stopped struggling. I started to scream at him to release me but as soon as the first syllable left my lips he lifted my arm even further and my scream turned into a cry of pain.

When I was finally subdued he pulled me close and calmly said, "You were warned bitch. Now you are going to have to be punished."

He turned to Lori and said, "I need some rope. Do you have any?"

Lori, as calm as can be, replied, "I think there is some in the garage. I'll get it."

As she turned away I called out, "Lori! What..."

That was as far as I got before Kevin lifted my arm and cut me off. He leaned forward and with his lips right at my ear he said, "Hush bitch. You are finally going to learn your place. It is a shame that people have spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch."

I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly but I think that I was crying more from the frustration I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else.

I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me, to take his lips off of me. The nerve of this young man! But until he turned me loose I didn't dare make a sound.

I was feeling so violated. I was violated by his very presence in my home. But now, to be held helpless while he brazenly kissed my neck! My god! This verged on being rape!

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Rape! As soon as the word flashed through my mind I shuddered. Surely he wouldn't! My daughter was here. He was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that.

As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast.

I struggled for only a second before the increasing pressure on my arm forced me to stand still as this young black man who had come into my home and effortlessly overpowered me gently but boldly began to caress my breast through my blouse and bra.

I moaned as the horror of the situation I was in finally began to sink into my brain. I don't know if Kevin mistook my moan for something that it wasn't or if he was just being facetious when he leaned his head down and whispered, "Be patient you sweet little bitch. First I have to punish you. Then will come the pleasure."

I shook my head violently and in not much more than a loud whisper I said, "No! No you can't!"

In response his tongue came out and lapped at my cheek like a dog might. Then he chuckled and said, "You will learn bitch. Soon you will learn not to say no. You do not ever say no. Not to me, not to any man. I'm going to teach you. I suspect that it will be a painful lesson for you. But you will learn. Your daughter has learned. She is much happier now. You will be much happier once you have learned your place."

Lori came back into the foyer with her hands full of rope. She saw her boyfriend's hand on my breast and smiled. I knew that she resented me but how could she countenance this?! Her boyfriend was going to punish me and then rape me! Surely she didn't approve!

Kevin guided me into the living room and ordered Lori to turn the lights on. Once the lights had been turned on he looked around but apparently he wasn't satisfied with what he saw. He took a piece of rope from Lori and tied my arms behind my back. He looped it up around my neck before he tied it off so that I had to hold my arms up behind my back at an unnatural and uncomfortable angle to keep from choking myself.

He tied that rope off and then tied my ankles together. He stood up when my ankles were secure and said, "I want you to wait right there bitch. Don't move, don't speak."

He turned and headed for the garage. I was too terrified to just stand there. I had begun to realize that I was in no position to make demands. I was forced to plead.

I pleaded with Kevin to let me go. Or at least I tried. I started to. As soon as I opened my mouth he turned around and scowled fiercely. He stepped back over to where I stood helplessly bound in the middle of the room and as if he were speaking to a misbehaving child he said, "You just don't listen very well do you bitch? Did you not hear me just now? Did you not hear me say 'don't speak'? You may be more difficult to train than I thought."

He turned to Lori then and said, "Give me your underwear."

I watched in dismay as Lori reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She handed them to Kevin. He wadded them up and turned back to me and said, "Open your mouth bitch."

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I stared at him aghast. It was obvious what he planned. There was no way that I could allow him to put my daughter's soiled underwear in my mouth. I just couldn't!

He shook his head and grabbed a handful of my hair again. He twisted and pulled on my hair and when I screamed in pain he shoved my daughter's panties into my mouth. I heard her giggle as she watched him torment me and that made my despair at this horrible situation just that much deeper.

I struggled to push the panties out of my mouth with my tongue and when I did I made another horrible discovery. My daughter had had sex tonight! This man had had intercourse with my young daughter! The evidence was now resting on my tongue. As soon as I realized it I began to gag and when I did Kevin slapped me again.

I looked up at him and he brought his face right down to mine. He smiled and said, "If you throw up you might drown. I would be sorry if that happened. I am really looking forward to training you. So please control yourself bitch."

I managed to control the urge to vomit. It was difficult. But I didn't want to drown in my own vomit.

As Kevin turned and walked away I looked at Lori. I pleaded with my eyes. I knew we had our problems. But how could she allow anyone to treat her mother this way?!

Lori smiled sweetly and moved closer to me. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry mother. Once you are trained you will be so much happier. You just need to learn how to please a man. Kevin is going to make your life so much easier. And wait until you see his big, beautiful cock. You're going to love it. And not just him mother, he has a lot of friends with big, black cocks. Once you have been trained you are going to be so much happier. You'll have something to occupy your time besides spending daddy into bankruptcy. Sex is a lot more fun than shopping mom. You'll see."

I shuddered in revulsion. I couldn't believe that this girl was my daughter. I didn't know her at all! She wasn't just allowing her boyfriend to torture and rape her mother. She was taking pleasure from it!

Kevin came back from the garage and climbed up onto the coffee table. I watched as he tapped on the ceiling looking for a beam. When the sound told him that he had located a beam he screwed a large hook into the ceiling. When it was firmly in place he climbed down and moved the coffee table out of the way. He pulled me closer and when I was standing under the hook he braided a length of rope into my hair and looped it through the hook in the ceiling. He pulled it taut and tied it off with no slack at all. The slightest movement pulled painfully at my hair.

When he was satisfied he untied my ankles and stepped back to examine me. He seemed pleased with his handiwork, judging by the smile on his face. He stepped closer once more and said, "Now to get you ready."

He reached out and began to shred my clothing with his bare hands. He gripped the front of my blouse and tore it apart. Buttons flew all over the room. The violence of his actions only added to my steadily building terror. He pushed my blouse down my arms and allowed it to drape over the ropes that secured my wrists. His large hand came up and reached between my breasts. I saw his muscles bulge as he jerked on my bra. The pain in my shoulders and back before the surprisingly strong garment let go caused me to cry out into the nylon panties still stuffed into my mouth. But this strong young man would not be denied and in seconds my bra was hanging at my waist and my breasts were exposed.

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I had always been very self-conscious about my body, especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that small now. Until I became pregnant I was just barely a B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup. They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered from childbirth but not much and I was happier with them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my husband and my OB\GYN. The only two places that I was ever nude were in the bathroom and the bedroom, and not that often in the bedroom. I had never really been that comfortable with my husband seeing me undressed. He complained about it at first but that was the way that I was raised. There was nothing wrong with being proper.

Now this...this rapist that my daughter was dating was tearing my clothes off and I could do nothing but allow it. I had never been so humiliated in my life!

Kevin stood back and examined my breasts and smiled. He was obviously pleased. He turned to Lori and said, "Go out to my car and get my camera out of the trunk. I want some pictures of this."

Lori spun around and hurried from the room as her boyfriend reached out and cupped my breasts in his hands. His hands seemed huge as they enveloped my breasts. He leaned down and one at a time he took each of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted desperately to pull away from him but every move I made pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my eyes and tried to control the terror that was building up inside of me.

I was going to be raped. I had always been very careful and I had been reasonably certain that I would never fall victim to this particularly heinous crime. I had always been convinced that most of those women who were raped were at least in part responsible for their own fate. They had undoubtedly dressed inappropriately and placed themselves in a dangerous situation. I never made those mistakes. Now I was going to be raped in my own home and my daughter was an accomplice! It was just too horrible to contemplate.

I heard my daughter come back in and as her vile boyfriend continued suckling on my breasts she began to move around us taking pictures. After she had taken a dozen pictures he stepped back and took the camera from her. He took several pictures of my naked breasts and then he ordered her to finish undressing me.

I could only groan in helplessness as I felt Lori move up behind me and unfasten my skirt. Kevin continued taking pictures as my daughter removed my skirt. He laughed when my skirt was around my ankles and made fun of my "granny panties" as Lori hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly slid them off of me.

Kevin took more pictures as Lori slid my panties down. When I was naked he lowered the camera and they stood together and made fun of my full bush of pubic hair. He stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn bitch! Don't you ever trim this shit?!"

I just stood there crying. What else could I do?

Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her now. I wish I had brought my movie camera."

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Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do you want me to get it?"

Kevin nodded and asked, "Do you have a tripod?"

Lori nodded and ran out of the room.

While she was gone her boyfriend began exploring my body with his large hands. I felt so dirty as he slid his fingers through my exposed pubic region and then went behind me and explored the area between my buttocks that had never been touched by a man. His large finger pressed against my anus and he said, "I don't even have to ask. I know there has never been a cock in here. I bet you've never sucked a cock either, have you bitch? The amount of cherries I'm getting from you and your daughter are really starting to add up. I popped her cherry pussy and her cherry ass and her cherry mouth. Now I'm going to pop your cherry ass and your cherry mouth. And I bet your cunt is so tight it's just like a cherry. A bitch as uptight as you are has never been broken in right. But don't worry bitch. By the time I invite my friends over to fuck you, you are going to fuck and suck like a pro."

My mind was reeling. What kind of monster was this man?! How did my daughter fall into his clutches?! How long has he been molesting her?

Kevin's fingers moved out from between my buttocks and caressed them before he moved back around and cupped my pubic mound. He smiled and said, "Before I fuck you that hair is going to have to go bitch. You look like a fucking sheep!"

I felt his fingers moving and one of them began to penetrate me. I was completely dry of course and I grunted in pain as his large finger was forced into my vagina. Relief washed over me as he pulled his finger out of me. He looked at me and through my tears I could see the disgust on his face. He stared me right in the eye as he put his finger in his mouth and wet it and then slowly returned it to my vagina.

It made me furious that I couldn't even shake my head. I was totally helpless as he slowly teased my labia and then I felt his finger move inside of me. His finger was nearly as large as my husband's penis and as that realization came over me I suddenly remembered that stereotype about black men and wondered if it was true. I had never been very comfortable with my husband's five inch penis. It was the only one that I have ever seen but I had heard about black men and now that it appeared that I was going to be raped by one I was concerned.

Her boyfriend was still working his finger into me when Lori returned with the camera and tripod. She smiled as if she was amused at what this vile young man was doing to me and asked him where he wanted the camera.

She set it up nearby and started it and then, while she came closer and began taking pictures with Kevin's digital still camera he pulled his large leather belt off and wrapped the buckle end around his hand a few times.

Despite the pain in my scalp I shook my head violently and twisted around, trying to pull my hair free of the rope that held me in place. I managed only to amuse my tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more humiliation when my breasts began bouncing around as if to amuse them.

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Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag and tried desperately to think of some way to make him understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do this to me.

Seconds later there was that noise again and again I felt the horrible pain as his belt came in contact with my tender flesh. I screamed once more into the gag and struggled to stay in place. My body's natural desire to avoid this horrible pain caused me to move away from the only place that I could stand without pulling at the hair on my head. Every time he struck me with that thing I jumped and nearly fell as the rope pulled me back into place.

The first half dozen lashes struck on my buttocks. Then he began to work the belt down my legs. When he had finished covering my legs in welts he moved up and tried to whip my back. Because of the way my arms were restrained behind me he wasn't able to whip my back very well. So he moved around in front of me.

When I realized that he was going to continue whipping me I nearly passed out from the terror. I was crying hysterically now. The pain was unimaginable, unbearable. I would have done anything at this point to make it stop. I would even have allowed him to rape me.

But he wasn't finished. Through my tears I watched his arm go back and I saw the violent stroke coming as he brought the belt down on my breasts. I think that at that moment I did pass out, if only for a second. The pain in my scalp when my legs went out from under me was like a bucket of cold water bringing me quickly back to awareness.

I tried closing my eyes but I couldn't. I had to watch. I had to know when the pain was going to come. His arm went back again and again. And again and again the pain washed over me as that heavy piece of leather beat violently against my breasts and my stomach and down my belly to my upper thighs. I have no idea how long it lasted or how many times he struck me. It seemed to go on for hours. I know that it didn't. But it seemed like it.

He finally dropped his arm to his side and stood in front of me looking me over. When I had calmed down a little, when my crying had become a little less hysterical, he put his finger under my chin and lifted my head. He looked me in the eye and asked, "If I remove that gag now and untie your arms will you stand still and remain quiet?"

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I nodded my head as much as I was able to.

He smiled and said, "If you disobey me it starts again."

I nodded again and he reached between my lips and pulled my daughter's soiled underwear out of my mouth. I gasped for air and tried desperately to get moisture in my mouth but I uttered not a sound.

He stared at me for a few moments before he moved behind me and untied my wrists. The pain in my wrists and shoulders and the chafing from the rope that went around my neck were finally gone and I sighed in relief.

Kevin moved back in front of me and in the voice a parent might use on a recalcitrant child he said, "I took it easy on you because you've never been properly trained and didn't realize the rules. If I have to punish you again it will be much worse. But I won't have to punish you again. Will I?"

I groaned in pain and breathlessly answered, "No! Oh god no! Please. I'll be good. Don't punish me again. Please."

Kevin smiled and said, "Sir. You must always address me as sir. Me, my friends, men on the street, every male is sir to you. Don't forget."

I quickly answered, "No sir. I won't forget. I promise sir."

I was still restrained. My hair was still tied to the rope that went up to the hook in the ceiling. But even if that rope had been removed I was far too terrified to do anything but obey. I wasn't thinking of the horrible fate that awaited me. I was only grateful that the whipping had stopped. I hated myself for it, but I realized that I would do anything to avoid being struck by that belt again.

I tried not to think about what "anything" meant. Kevin had already been quite clear about that. But I didn't want to think about it. I just knew that I couldn't take that whipping again. I had never been struck before and I would do anything to avoid being struck again.

Kevin instructed Lori to go and get everything that I would need to shave my pubic area. While she was doing that Kevin examined my bruised body with his fingers. As his fingers grazed lightly over my abused flesh he said, "So, you have learned your lesson after only one punishment session?"

I quickly responded, "Yes sir! I promise!"

He chuckled and asked, "You are going to try to tell me that in only fifteen minutes you have become a completely changed woman. You have seen the error of your ways and I will never have to punish you again?"

I immediately swore that I had changed.

He cupped my red, sore breast in his large hand and said, "I have never seen a bitch as fucked up in the head as you were that could change after just one whipping. I suspect we'll be doing that again before very long. That's alright bitch, don't bother to argue. I'm sure you have good intentions. But it won't be long before I have to whip you again. And remember what I said, I took it easy on you this time because you didn't know any better. I might be wrong though. Your little girl was a fast learner. Maybe you are too. We'll see."

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I tried to force that image out of my mind as his hand mauled my breasts. He ran his hands over my stomach and then back up and said, "I have to give you credit bitch. For an old broad you are in pretty damned good shape. Lori said you have a swimming pool out back. Don't you ever go outside? You have the whitest skin I ever saw."

I winced as his hand moved over the red stripes on my stomach. I answered, "I go out sometimes, in the morning and evening. I always use lots of sun block though. I try to take care of myself."

Lori finally came back into the room and set everything down on the coffee table. Kevin freed my hair from the rope but left the rope hanging from the hook. I assumed that its presence would be a constant reminder, as if one were needed. He sat down on the couch and told Lori to get the movie camera off of the tripod and record my first pubic shave.

When Lori had the camera ready Kevin instructed me to pull the coffee table over in front of him and spread the towel out and sit down where he could see what I was doing. While I was doing that Lori moved around behind Kevin and recorded everything on the disk.

I pulled the table around and spread the towel out and sat down. I spread my legs and tried not to think about the two of them watching and the camera catching my every move. I picked up the scissors and after a pause to look at my pubic hair for the last time I started carefully snipping it off.

I am a natural blonde and although I had a lot of pubic hair it was light colored, almost red, and the hair was very fine. I hated cutting it off because I had heard that if you shave it off it was much more coarse when it returned. But I was certainly not going to say no to Kevin.

I trimmed until there was only stubble remaining. I had to pick up the pile of hair I had cut off and move it out of my way before I continued. I moistened the entire area with the damp cloth and then I spread a layer of shaving foam all around and let it sit for a moment.

I could feel their eyes on me as I picked up the safety razor and began to shave. It was so humiliating. But after everything else that had happened since I caught these two in my foyer this evening, and everything else that was to come, this was only a minor humiliation. I knew there was far worse to come.

I shaved all of the stubble off and Kevin made me spread more foam on my mound. He ordered me to spread my legs even farther apart and place my heels on the edge of the coffee table. I sat there, splayed wide, and he took the camera back from Lori and said, "Okay girl, you get down there and go back over it. Make sure she didn't miss anything."

I watched in shock as Lori came around and knelt to the side so that Kevin could watch as she shaved my mound for the amusement of her boyfriend and whoever he might show that movie to.

…

When Lori had finished she used the damp cloth to wipe me off and then Kevin ordered me to lie back and lift my legs and spread them. It didn't even occur to me to refuse. Nor did I consider refusing when he said, "Okay bitch. Spread those cheeks so she can make sure you aren't hiding any hair around your tight little asshole. I like my virgins hairless."

I had avoided looking at my daughters face but now I glanced at her and it broke my heart to see nothing but amusement as I reached down and spread my buttocks open so that she could inspect my nether regions for her boyfriend. What could he have done to her to make her like this?! Or could it really have been me?

Lori inspected my...that area for stray hairs and after a moment Kevin asked, "Well, did you find any?"

Lori answered, "A few. Do you want me to shave her there?"

He replied, "No. We don't want any stubble there. Pull them out."

Lori got up and came back with a pair of tweezers and with apparent glee she pulled a half a dozen hairs from back there. She ran her hand through the space between my buttocks and pronounced me hairless.

Kevin then permitted me to sit up. He ordered Lori to clean away the shaving supplies and I stood up to fold the towel up and hand it to her. She returned a moment later and Kevin ordered her to undress.

Lori didn't even hesitate. Neither did she seem the least bit ill at ease as she quickly stripped off her only two garments, a t-shirt and a miniskirt. I couldn't help noticing her perfect little body. The last time I had seen her less than fully dressed was when I helped her buy a training bra when she was eleven. I had noticed her growing up of course. But still, it was a shock to see her naked and mature body, especially under these circumstances.

Once Lori had undressed he ordered her to stand beside me. He looked at our naked bodies and smiled and said, "Damn! You two could be fucking sisters! Lori, how come you didn't tell me your mother was such a hot bitch?"

Lori shrugged and said, "I've never seen her naked before. Besides, she's such a frigid bitch it just never occurred to me. She doesn't turn me on. I had no idea you'd want to fuck her skanky ass. She drove my father away and he is the nicest guy in the world. I figured no guy would want anything to do with her."

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Kevin shook his head and responded, "That was your father's problem you stupid cunt. He didn't know how to treat her. He let the bitch get away with thinking she was too fucking good for him. She has a hot little bod. She just needs a strong man to train her. You just wait. When I'm through straightening this bitch out she'll be the perfect wife for your old man."

Kevin put down the movie camera and picked up the digital and took a dozen pictures of Lori and me standing side by side. He made us turn around slowly and took pictures until we faced him again. He smiled and said, "The guys are gonna get a kick out of these. They're gonna love you, bitch."

I tried not to think about the meaning of that.

Kevin stood up then and stood in front of me. I kept my eyes down. I was too scared to look him in the face.

He waited for a moment and when I didn't look up he said, "Look at me bitch."

I cringed as if he had struck me but I looked up and struggled to look him in the eye. He grinned at me and asked, "Remember what you said bitch?"

I wasn't sure what he was referring to. He saw the confusion in my eyes and he said, "Did you forget already? You said that you will be good now. You promised that I wouldn't have to punish you again. You told me that you had learned your lesson."

A shiver ran through my body as he mentioned punishment. I responded quickly, "No sir. I haven't forgotten. I'll be good. I promise sir."

His grin grew wider and I knew that he didn't believe that I would keep my word. I knew that what was about to happen to me would be very difficult for me to deal with. But my entire body was still burning from that horrible whipping and I had no intention of giving him any reason to do that again, that and worse.

He just said, with a great deal of skepticism, "We'll see. I'm going to ask you some questions now. If I catch you in a lie..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He simply reached out and traced one of the whip marks on my chest. That was all the threat that was necessary. He knew it too. He saw it in my eyes.

"First question," he said. "How many men have fucked you?"

I was proud of the fact that I had been a virgin when I married and that I had never cheated on my husband. But I hated answering these personal questions from a stranger, especially in front of my daughter. I was cowed though. I didn't even think of not answering.

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I tried to look back down at the floor. It was hard enough to answer these kinds of questions without having to look this strong, violent young man in the eye. He would allow me not even that amount of privacy though. He lifted my chin back up and said, "Don't look away bitch."

I sighed and answered quietly, "One sir. I have only had sex with one man, my husband."

He laughed and said, "That isn't what I asked you bitch. I asked you how many men have fucked you. Try again."

I felt myself turning even redder. I had never used that word in my life. I glanced at Lori. She laughed and said, "Fuck mom. The word is fuck. That's what you call it when dad put his cock in your cunt. He fucked you. Not very often, apparently. Not often enough. But on those rare occasions when you spread your legs for him he fucked you."

I stared at Lori in shock. Those horrible words just rolled off of her tongue like the most natural thing in the world. I never allowed her to use foul language, not even damn! What kind of people was she hanging around with! But then I looked back at Kevin and my question answered itself.

I finally steeled myself and answered, "Only one man has fucked me sir."

He saw how difficult it was for me to say that word and it really amused him.

"Second question," he said. "How many cocks have you sucked?"

I hesitated even longer with this question. I wasn't sure how to answer it. I saw Kevin getting impatient and I blurted out, "I never sucked a cock sir. I kissed one a few times but I hated it. It was so demeaning. I just couldn't do it. It is so nasty."

He laughed again and said, "I didn't think so. I'm not even going to ask you if anyone has every fucked your tight ass. I know that's a cherry."

He stood there, close enough to touch, and he said, "Take my cock out bitch. Take it out and hold it in your hand while we talk."

I didn't look down. I couldn't. I kept my eyes on his as I reached out and felt for his zipper. My fingers encountered the large bulge in the front of his pants and before I could stop myself I pulled my hands back as if I had stuck them in a fire.

His grin got a little wider but he just stood there and waited for me to obey his last order.

I reached out again and this time I found his zipper. I pulled it down carefully and reached in. I felt around for his cock and when I found it I gasped. I had to look down to confirm what I was feeling. It was huge!

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It was easily twice as long as my husband's and nearly three times as big around. It was not going to be possible to pull it out through the opening in his pants. I unbuttoned the button on his jeans and reached inside his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his large, hot shaft and as I gripped him I realized to my great dismay that he was not completely hard yet! It felt like a huge snake.

I glanced over at my fifteen year old daughter's smiling face and thought surely there was no way he was able to get this huge thing inside of her small body!

Lori knew what I was thinking. She said, "Don't worry mom. You're going to love that fat cock once you get used to it. I do."

I turned back to Kevin and he said, "Tell me about your husband's cock bitch."

I almost whispered, "It's smaller. It's much smaller."

I saw his expression change and I realized what I had done. I quickly interjected, "Sir! It is much smaller sir. My husband's cock is about five inches long and perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter. It is...what else? What else do you want to know about it sir?"

Kevin said, "Shit! No wonder you're frigid. You're still a fucking virgin. You've never had a real cock in your cunt. You don't even know what it's like to get fucked. I'll never understand how he knocked you up with a tiny pecker like that."

I had no answer for that. I just stood there with his twitching penis in my hand and waited for the next question.

He reached down and started moving my hand slowly up and down on his shaft. After he showed me what he wanted he took his hand away. I continued to move my hand the way he wanted and he asked me, "Did you ever fool around with another woman?"

I shook my head violently and responded, "No sir! I would never to that! That's an abomination!"

He said, "I'm not sure what an abomination is. But you better just get the word never right out of your screwed up head. If I tell you to eat a cunt you're going to eat a cunt. And just in case you are wondering, I like to watch a woman eating cunt. It's even more fun if they are a mother-daughter team."

As I contemplated what he had just said I felt the bile rise in my throat. I didn't think that I could do it. It would be hard to choose between the beating and...and having sex with my daughter. But then I realized that if I refused, if I said no to this man he would beat me until I did whatever he wanted anyway. Oh god! I just didn't think I could do it without getting sick.

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He was watching me. I knew that he was enjoying playing with my mind. I felt his penis getting harder as I slowly massaged it and I was sure that the expression on my face was turning him on more than what I was doing with my hand.

Kevin watched me in silence for a long moment before he said, "Last question bitch. Has anyone ever eaten your cunt?"

I shuddered again. Everything out of this man's vile mouth seemed to be calculated to be revolting.

I thought back to the few times in our sixteen years of marriage that my husband had tried to get me to let him do just that. I remembered still how offended I had been that he had even suggested such a disgusting thing.

Kevin was getting impatient for his answer. I took a deep breath and responded, "No sir. No one has ever eaten my cunt."

Cunt! I had always thought that was the most demeaning, crude, disgusting word in the English language. I would not permit it in my presence and if I heard it come from the mouth of anyone I knew I never forgot and I never forgave. And now I had said it.

I had stood right here in front of my daughter and said that no one had ever eaten my cunt. I had said fuck and cock. Three of the most odious words I knew of. And although it was well after midnight I knew that the night was just getting started. I realized that I was certain to say and do a lot worse before this monster was satisfied.

Kevin reached down and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off. It had been obvious that his body was well developed but watching his muscles ripple under his dark black skin was terrifying. I couldn't help but appreciate his well sculpted body. Nor could I help looking at him and thinking that he could snap me like a twig with almost no effort at all.

He dropped his t-shirt and worked his sneakers off with his toes and kicked them away. Then he said, "I'll let you finish unwrapping your present now bitch. Let's get this show on the road."

More than anything I didn't want to do this. I was terrified after actually seeing his huge sex organ. He pushed me to my knees and I grabbed the waist of his jeans and carefully pulled them down without dragging his boxers down with them. I glanced up as I worked them down his legs and it was obvious that he was amused.

I heard Lori chuckle and then she said, "Jesus mom. Get on with it. It doesn't bite."

Kevin placed his hand on top of my head and balanced himself as he stepped out of his jeans. I placed them on the coffee table and then I reached back up and slipped my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. I slowly worked them down over his massive penis and then stopped and stared in awe as it bounced right in my face.

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The shaft seemed to be even darker than his dark skin. The massive head was much lighter with a huge opening in the tip. There was a clear liquid oozing out of the hole. On a few occasions I had been aware of my husband's organ oozing this disgusting liquid but I almost never touched or even looked at his sex organ.

I did not think much of the male sex organ. They were a necessary evil. They were ugly and smelly and unpleasant and I always thought that it was a terrible mistake that they were a necessary part of procreation.

Now I was on my knees in front of this depraved young black man and his organ was only inches from my face. I became aware of the unmistakable odor of sex. He had had sex with someone tonight. I didn't have to think about it too hard to realize that he must have been with my daughter. I had already tasted the evidence when he had pushed her panties into my mouth before he whipped me.

As much as I hated it I couldn't help but be impressed by his swollen organ. Terrified, but impressed. It must be at least ten inches long, if not longer. It was so close to my face I couldn't accurately judge. And it looked as big around as my wrist.

I glanced at my wrist then and I realized that it might even be larger than my wrist! I thought that this thing would surely kill me. But then I thought of Lori and how much she claimed to enjoy having it used on her. I couldn't imagine it though. Not in me. (I found out later that Lori had measured it and it was actually just over nine inches long and just under four inches around at the base. I suppose that it just looked so much larger in my face and seeing it for the first time like that.)

I came out of my trance and finished removing Kevin's shorts. I dropped them on his jeans and waited for my next disgusting order.

Kevin sat down on the couch and spread his legs. He said, "Okay bitch. I'm going to start you out slow, just to show you what a nice guy I am."

Lori giggled and kept taking pictures.

Kevin said, "I want you to come over here and show me and Lori how happy you are with the new cock in your life. I want you to kiss my balls and my cock and then lick them. I'll let you know when I get tired of that."

I shuffled a little closer to him on my knees and I leaned down. As my face came closer to his crotch I was struck again by the odor of sex. I looked closer and I could see white flakes around the base of his organ and clinging to the hair on his testicles.

I wanted desperately to beg him to let me wash him. I knew that he would refuse though. There was no doubt in my mind that the idea of forcing me to clean him with my mouth after he had sex with my underage daughter amused him greatly. How did a person become so depraved?!

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