Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: David Stephens
Title: Cunt Heather
Part: Chapter 1
Keywords: m/g, M/F, BDSM, inc, pedo



   Cunt Heather - Part 1

   by David Stephens



   It was unusually quiet that afternoon in the Watson living room and
Jenny was taking the opportunity to leaf through one of her favourite
books. The pretty 12-year-old smiled as she came to a favourite passage, a
smile which enhanced the innocent loveliness of her face.  Although
seemingly absorbed in her book, she glanced from time to time at the door
leading to the hallway as if she was expecting someone's arrival.  When the
door eventually opened and her fair-haired 15-year-old brother appeared she
gave an audible sigh and tried to concentrate on the page she was reading,
though there was now a slightly anxious expression on her face.

   "Hi, Jen," said the boy as he sat down opposite her, throwing a couple
of schoolbooks onto the sofa.

   "Hello, Jason," answered Jenny softly, giving him a brief look before
returning to her book.

   The 15-year-old, a slim but athletic-looking lad, gazed at his sister
intently, an expression of mischief on his lightly-freckled face.  Anyone
observing him at that moment would also have recognized in that gaze more
than a hint of boyish lasciviousness, unusual in one so young.  His next
words, uttered after silently examining Jenny for a minute or two,
confirmed the accuracy of that impression.

   "Lift your skirt up higher, bitch!" he spat.  "I've told you about that
before - you should always make sure I can see your panties when I sit
across from you!"

   "I'm sorry, Jason - I forgot!" said Jenny apologetically, her face
flushing with embarrassment as she hurriedly pulled the hem of her skirt up
to the top of her thighs, revealing a pair of slender but shapely legs.

   "You know that you're supposed to change into your slut-clothes as soon
as you get home from school - I spent a lot of time marking your leg
yesterday and I don't want you covering up as though you're ashamed of what
I wrote!"

   The 15-year-old was referring to a carefully-inked inscription on
Jenny's inner thigh which read: 'My cunt belongs to Jason' with an arrow
pointing to the little girl's crotch and which was now clearly visible. 
Jenny looked down at it with a mixture of humiliation and pride.  She knew
that Jason had intended to humiliate her when he had declared that he was
going to mark her as his own property - to 'brand' her as he called it. 
Perhaps he hadn't expected that she would also feel strangely proud of
bearing the proof of his ownership.  She loved her brother despite his
harsh treatment of her and cherished the occasional complimentary remarks
that he deigned to give her.

   Only a few mornings previously Jason had burst into her room and taken
her in her bed, while she was still drowsily opening her eyes.  She could
still remember with burning shame the vile abuse he had whispered into her
ear as he mercilessly pounded her immature twat - but even more memorable
to her were the words he had nonchalantly thrown in her direction as he
left : 'You know, Jen, you're quite a decent little fuck."

   "What are you smiling about, Jen?" asked Jason curiously.

   "Just something in my book."

   The 15-year-old moved to sit by his sister's side and casually tossed
the book to one side.

   "Never mind that.  Go and put your slut-clothes on - I need to decide
how to punish you for not getting them on sooner."

   He put his hand on Jenny's leg and felt her tremble slightly under his
touch.  He knew that she was wondering about the penalty he was going to
exact from her for transgressing one of his many rules.  Devising
punishments of varying severity was one of his favourite pastimes - along
with trying those punishments out on Jenny before employing them on his
other victims.

   "Quickly!" Jason ordered, prompting his little sister to dash out of the
room and upstairs to her room.

   When she returned a few minutes later he let out a prolonged wolf
whistle of appreciation.

   "I don't like to praise you too much, Jen," he said, "in case it goes to
your head, but you sure are a fine piece of ass!"

   Jenny blushed fiercely and felt a warm glow of happiness course through
her body.  In an effort to please her brother she had dressed in the
sluttiest clothes she was able to quickly put her hands to - a faded blue
denim skirt of extreme brevity and a flimsy cropped top bearing the legend:
'hot stuff'.  She loved the look of sheer lust in her brother's eyes but
wasn't surprised when an expression of gleeful malice also appeared on his
face.

   "Come here, Jen," said Jason, patting the sofa by his side.

   Jenny instinctively obeyed her brother - she knew from experience that
it would be foolish of her to do otherwise.  She also knew that Jason would
make her wait for a while before punishing her, as he enjoyed watching her
become increasingly nervous.  Forgetting to change into her slut-clothes
was not a particularly serious offence and so she hoped that his
retribution would be comparatively lenient - though that would depend to a
great extend on what kind of mood he was in.

   "You were a very naughty girl not to put your slutty top and skirt on
before I came home, weren't you, Jen?  Very naughty and very stupid.  You
must have known what was going to happen - you should know by now that
breaking one of my rules is a punishable offence."

   Jason ran his hand up the inside of his sister's upper arm and
caressingly took a fold of her skin between finger and thumb.  Looking
carefully into Jenny's face, he pinched her hard and laughed when she cried
out in pain, her eyes becoming wet with tears.

   "Don't be such a crybaby, Jen!  I've only just started - you can be such
a snivelling little bitch at times!"

   "That really hurts, Jason!" said the 12-year-old tearfully as he moved
his hand towards her armpit and gave her another hard pinch.

   "Of course it really hurts, you dumb cunt!  That's the whole point,
isn't it?  And don't try and pretend you don't enjoy it, really.  John told
me years ago that sluts like you love being abused - he reckons that it
turns you on."

   Jason was referring to his grandfather, the patriarch of the Watson
family and the person who he was continually seeking to emulate.  John had
very decided views about how his family should be run and in particular how
the female members of that family should be treated - views which his
grandson had adopted with enthusiasm.

   "Owww!" yelped Jenny loudly as her brother took hold of the soft flesh
in her smooth armpit and twisted it with impish glee.

   Jason ignored his sister's tearful cries and turned his head towards the
door as a strikingly attractive woman in her thirties entered the room.

   "Hi, Mom!" he said in greeting, his look containing more than a hint of
lasciviousness.

   "Hi, Jason - hi, Jen.  Try not to scream quite so piercingly, Jenny,
sweetie - our new neighbour's in his garden and I get the impression he's
quite interested in what goes on in this household."

   Jason was not alone in looking at his mother with libidinous intent. 
Heather was used to attracting such looks and worked hard to retain her
slim but curvy figure.  The appealing prettiness of her face was enhanced
by luxuriant light-brown hair and hazel eyes and added to her undoubted
desirability.

   "Look what Jason's done to me, Mum," complained Jenny, her lower lip
trembling slightly as she lifted her arm to show her mother the vivid red
marks made by her brother's pinches.

   "I'm sure he must have had good reason, Jen - what have you done wrong?"

   "She forgot to put on her slut-clothes before I got home," said Jason
with a grin.

   "Silly girl!  You've been warned about that before, Jenny.  Which
reminds me - I'd better change before I start getting dinner ready, or I'll
be in trouble myself!"

   Jason was already pinching his sister's unmarked arm as Heather tripped
upstairs.  Jenny tried to endure her punishment with stoical resignation
but couldn't help wincing and whimpering as her brother relentlessly
continued to torment her.  She sighed with relief when he eventually slid
his hand beneath her top to fondle her budding breasts and even experienced
a brief but intense moment of jealousy when he turned to look at his mother
as she came back into the room.

   "You sure are a hot-looking bitch, Mom!" said Jason warmly as Heather
paraded before him in a black miniskirt and skimpy top.

   "Thank you, darling!  I always try my best to look hot for you."

   "Come on, Jason!" said Jenny querulously, taking hold of his hand and
putting it back up her top.

   "You horny little slut!" said Jason affectionately as he rubbed his palm
against his sister's left breast and felt her nipple harden against him. 
"Don't think I've finished punishing you yet, that's all."

   The 12-year-old certainly wasn't naive enough to believe that just
pinching her arms would satisfy Jason - experience had taught her
otherwise. For the moment, though, she was enjoying being roughly groped by
her brother, feeling her pussy becoming hot and moist as it always did when
she was so rudely used.  His tongue was in her mouth now and she sucked on
it wetly, almost swooning with pleasure.  It was only when her hardening
left nipple was cruelly twisted that Jen's bliss came to a sudden end.

   "Take your top off, bitch!" ordered Jason.

   Jen hurried to obey her brother.  It would never have occurred to her to
do otherwise - both because of the retribution which would inevitably
follow if she failed to do so but also because in her heart she accepted
that Jason had the right to use her as he wished.  For as long as she could
remember John had instilled into her the principles which he expected
family members to follow in their daily life - the most important of which
was that she, her 10-year-old sister, Ashley, and their mother must accept
that they should always be sexually submissive to men in general and to
himself and Jason in particular.  Along with that went the concept that
they should be regularly disciplined in order, as John said, to make them
know their place.

   As Jason had intended, his sister experienced both embarrassment and
humiliation when he instructed her to take her top off.  Even so, she was
becoming increasingly proud of her body and less reluctant than she had
been to show it off.  Her figure was still childishly immature but her
developing breasts, though little more than swollen nipples, were her pride
and joy and she loved the way that Jason gazed at them hungrily as she
peeled the skimpy top from her warm, gently-perspiring body.

   "Shall I take my skirt off?" asked Jenny timidly, trying to please her
brother.

   "Yes - quickly!" barked Jason, eager to continue the 12-year-old's
punishment.

   Jenny was now wearing only a tiny pair of white lacy knickers, so tight
that they emphasized the plumpness of her vulval mound.  She felt extremely
vulnerable in her near-nakedness and Jason was well aware of this, enjoying
the look of anxiety on her pretty face as she nervously anticipated his
next move.

   "You filthy little whore!" hissed Jason - the blatant insult being
apparently accepted as a form of praise by his sister, judging by her
tentative smile.

   He suddenly swung his arm back and sharply brought the flat of his hand
down onto Jenny's chest, just above her left breast.  As she cried out in
shocked pain he relentlessly slapped her chest and belly, paying particular
attention to her budding tits and noting with interest how quickly her
coral-pink nipples became erect.

   "Dirty pig!  Scummy little cunt!"

   Jason accompanied each vile insult with a rapid sequence of stinging
slaps, each one nicely calculated to inflict maximum pain without causing
serious harm.  For now such moderate punishment satisfied him - he promised
himself that he wouldn't let his sister off so easily the next time!

   Jenny let out a series of sharp little yelps as the open-handed blows
continued to rain down on her chest and belly.  She knew from experience
that Jason would probably be content with just slapping her about on this
occasion but still tensed her stomach muscles, half-expecting him to punch
her there.

   "Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood, Jen," said Jason with a laugh as he
saw her tense up.  "Don't worry, next time I'll give you a really good
going over!"

   Jenny had no doubt of that - a familiar anticipatory thrill ran through
her as she imagined the good hiding that her brother had promised her. 
Despite the severe pain and humiliation she experienced when she was
harshly beaten, she couldn't help herself being sexually aroused - Jason
often used a beating as a prelude to sex, so wet did her pussy become.

   "Legs high and wide now, bitch!  I've not finished with you yet!"

   As she obeyed, Jen tried to decide whether she was secretly relieved
that her punishment was to go on.  The stinging slaps that Jason was now
delivering to the inside of her thighs were so painful that they brought
tears to her eyes - tears which were soon running down her flushed cheeks.
Her chest and belly were reddened and sore, the pinch marks on her arms
were smarting, she felt demeaned and degraded by her brother's loathsome
insults - and yet she couldn't help but feel that there was something
wonderful about being abused by him in such a depraved manner.  Even as she
yelled out in pain as Jason relentlessly smacked her legs, Jen had to admit
to herself that she was intensely proud to be her brother's cunt!

   "Keep your legs high, twat!" warned Jason when his aching arm forced him
to leave off his punishment.  "Let's see how juicy your slutty little
fuckhole is now - being slapped around really turns you on, doesn't it, you
filthy whore?"

   Jenny didn't even attempt to dispute her brother's words.  There was no
point - her pussy was hot and sticky and throbbing with lust and as Jason
eased two stiff fingers inside the gusset of her skimpy panties and slid
them between her plump labia she moaned loudly and gazed at him with such
an expression of gratitude that he laughed as he began to finger her.

   "You really are a horny little slut, Jen!  You love it when I
finger-fuck your hot little cunt, don't you?"

   Receiving even louder moans in reply, Jason worked his fingers into the
tight silken sheath of the 12-year-old's vagina and jabbed them into her
repeatedly and with increasing force.  Noting with satisfaction the look of
dreamy bliss on his sister's face he leant across her and bit firmly into
the soft flesh above her erect left nipple, sucking and chewing greedily on
it as his thrusting fingers brought her to an intense climax.

   "Cum for me then, you dirty little fuckpig!" cried Jason, feeling
Jenny's cunt spasm against his fingers as she orgasmed.

   He fastened his mouth onto the angry red mark above his sister's nipple
and eagerly sucked on it again, biting into the tender flesh until Jen's
post-orgasmic moans were replaced by sharp yelps of pain.

   "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" snarled Jason, unzipping his fly to release
his raging hard-on.  "Lift your head up - quickly!"

   He stood and wanked furiously above his sister's uplifted face as she
whimperingly rubbed at the painful bite on her chest.  Despite having
ordered her to be quiet, Jason loved to hear Jenny suffering - making her
cry, scream, sob, whimper or wail was for him an intense pleasure and one
that he never tired of.  Another of his favourite occupations was
decorating her face with thick gouts of creamy semen and this he now
proceeded to do, grunting loudly with satisfaction as he did so.

   "What have you got to say to me now, Jen?" demanded Jason curtly,
readying himself to administer further punishment if her words failed to
satisfy him.

   "Thank you, Jason!  Thank you for treating me like the dirty little cunt
I am - thank you for spunking on my slutty little face!  I'm so sorry I
didn't change into my slut-clothes before you got home - I deserved to be
punished and I know that you have the right to use me as you see fit.  I
really am a filthy cunt pig and I abase myself before you most humbly!"

   Jenny looked at her brother with pleading eyes, hoping that her
submissive words would appease him sufficiently to defer the further
punishment which she knew would come sooner or later.  She felt humiliated,
debased - but also thrillingly alive in a way which only happened when she
was beaten and abused.

   "On your knees then, slut!" demanded Jason imperiously.  "You know what
I expect of you now."

   Jenny hurriedly obeyed her brother's order and unlaced his trainers
before pulling them off.  With evident relish, she took the big toe of his
right foot betwen her lips and sucked on it enthusiastically for a while
until, after an admonitory kick in the side, she crammed the other toes
into her mouth and slurped wetly on them.

   "That's a good little bitch!" praised Jason as his sister moved on to
his left foot.  "I think I'll take you up the arse later on - would you
like that, you dirty little cunt?"

   "Yes, please, Jason!" exclaimed Jen, her luscious pink lips glistening
with saliva.

   "Dinner's almost ready," Heather informed them as she appeared from the
kitchen.  "Could you get cleaned up Jen, please, before you come to the
table?  Ashley and your father will be here soon."

   She forbore to make the same suggestion to Jason.  That would only
result in an insult or blow from him - desirable in itself on most
occasions but now she neded to make final preparations for the meal.

   - - - - o O o - - -

   After dinner Jenny retired to her bedroom with her sister and, after
undressing, proudly showed Ashley the results of her punishment.

   "You're so lucky, Jen!" said the 10-year-old enviously.  "Jason gives
you a lot more whackings than he does me - and it's almost a week since he
last ass-fucked me!"

   "Poor little thing!" laughed Jenny.  "It's just the way that things work
out some times.  Look at the way John can't keep his hands off you - you
won't find me complaining about that."

   Ashley smiled serenely.  It was true that her grandfather favoured her
somewhat over her sister and had chosen her to be his principal cunt, an
honour of which she was intensely proud.  An extremely pretty little girl,
she delighted in being used and abused - preferably by John or Jason but
also by her grandfather's friends, both male and female.

   "Look at the bruises on the inside of my arms where Jason pinched me!"
said a delighted Jenny.  "And the red marks all over my body - he really
gave me a good slapping!"

   "Did he just slap you or did he give you a few punches as well?"

   "He didn't punch me this time," admitted Jen, unable to keep a regretful
tone from her voice, "but he's promised that next time he's going to give
me a good working over!"

   "When I was getting dressed this morning, Jason came into my room and
punched me hard in the belly without any warning - I started crying but he
just laughed at me."

   There was no sign of a complaining tone in Ashley's words, rather one of
pleasurable reminiscence.  To be used as a cunt - to be slapped, punched,
whipped, abused and degraded was to her the fulfilment of her every wish.
Heather had brought her daughters up to think in this way and they had
accepted her teachings with glee.

   "Does your stomach still hurt?" asked Jenny concernedly.

   "It's been aching all day.  It hurts quite a lot but it's a really nice
feeling somehow - I love it when Jason hurts me!"

   "I know what you mean - and it really turns him on!  There's nothing I
love better than him beating the crap out of me until he's rock-hard and
then fucking me silly!"

   - - - - o O o - - - -

   While Jenny and Ashley chatted upstairs, Heather and her husband watched
television downstairs, together with Jason.  It was apparent to Jack that
his son had more interest in looking at Heather than the television, a not
unusual occurrence.  His wife was well worth looking at, he had to admit -
particularly in her ultra-short skirt and skimpy top.

   "You look like a whore, dressed like that, Mom," said Jason after a
lingering lust-filled gaze at his mother.  "Then again, you are a whore,
aren't you - a dirty bitch of a whore!"

   "Thank you, Jason!  You do say the nicest things to me!"

   Heather looked at her son lovingly - she adored being verbally abused by
him, particularly as his lewd comments were often followed by abuse of a
more physical nature.

   "Filthy pig!  Sleazy fuckin' tramp!" hissed Jason, moving over to sit by
his mother's side on the sofa.

   Jack accepted this vile abuse of his wife with equanimity.  His father
had taught him that females should be verbally, physically and sexually
abused on a regular basis as a way of keeping them in line - something
which he agreed with theoretically but had difficulty putting into
practice.

   Jason, on the other hand, had adopted his grandfather's opinions with
eager enthusiasm and he took every opportunity to abuse and humiliate his
mother and sisters - to John's great delight.

   "I am a dirty whore!" agreed Heather excitedly.  "I deserve to be
punished don't I, Jason?  Please punish me severely, darling - please hurt
me!"

   Jason was more than willing to hurt his mother - it was one of his
greatest pleasures, after all - but first he intended to abuse her in a
more degrading way.  Hawking a thick wad of phlegmy saliva from the back of
his throat, he spat it forcefully between Heather's eyes and laughed with
delight as the curdled mess oozed slowly down her nose and cheeks.

   Heather trembled with joy - she loved to feel her son's warm spittle
dribbling down her face.  Another stream of saliva splattered against her
face and as Jason laughed with delight she felt her pussy growing hot and
moist.  The girls soon entered the room, attracted by their brother's
malicious laughter and Jason beckoned them to him.

   "Come on, you dirty bitches!  I want mom's face covered in drool, so get
to work - and show some enthusiasm about it or I'll give you both a good
hiding!"

   "You're gonna do that anyway!" answered Ashley saucily.

   "Less of the sassy backchat, whore!" returned Jason, slapping her
smartly across the face.

   Ashley put a hand up to her cheek and, looking in the mirror, saw that
there was a reddening handprint forming there.  She smiled at herself in
secret pleasure - she loved it when Jason marked her.

   "Stop admiring yourself, bitch, and come over here!"

   Ashley quickly obeyed her brother.  Her mother was sitting on the couch
with upturned face and closed eyes, blithely waiting to be humiliated.  The
two sisters were sometimes allowed to abuse their mother but only by the
specific permission of John or Jason and only in stipulated ways.  Ashley
in particular had initially found it difficult to abuse and humiliate her
mom but both sisters now relished such behaviour and were extremely aroused
by it.

   Jenny climbed onto the couch by Heather's side and, with a giggle,
dribbled a frothy mouthful of slaver on her mother's smiling face.  Ashley,
in her turn, spat several times in quick succession into Heather's
luxuriant hair and then turned to Jason, hoping for his approval.

   "Very nice indeed," Jason admited reluctantly, "but I did say I wanted
mom's face covered in drool, didn't I, dumb fuck?  Try again - like this!"

   He forcefully expelled a thick stream of saliva which splattered over
his mother's nose and mouth and dribbled down her chin.  As he admired his
work, Jack went to answer a ring at the front door and returned moments
later with his father.

   "Grandad!" cried Ashley delightedly.

   The 10-year-old ran to John and fell on her knees before him, kissing
the palm of his right hand as a mark of her submission to him.  She touched
her forehead to the floor and kept it there in total obeisance.  Although
she fully accepted her subservience towards Jason, her true Lord and Master
was her grandfather and she gloried in her servitude to him.

   John walked over to the couch, knowing that Ashley would hold her
position until given permission to do otherwise.  His control over her was
absolute - she knew that she was his favourite cunt and was determined to
remain so.

   "Mind if I join in the fun?" he asked, knowing that a negative answer to
his question was inconceivable.

   "Jason said that we had to cover mom's face in drool," explained Jenny
as her grandfather gave her an interrogative look.

   "Nice idea, boy!"

   Jason grinned and gave a sigh of relief.  Although his grandfather had
given him carte blanche to dominate his mother and sisters in any way he
saw fit, he still looked for approval in situations such as this.

   "Do you like doing nasty things to your mom, Jen?" added John curiously.

   "Yes - it's really cool!  Jason says that she's a debauched whore and
deserves everything she gets!"

   "Well, he's right there!  Would you like to help me abuse your mother
sometimes?  I could think up some really cool ways for you to hurt and
humiliate her - if that kind of thing turns you on."

   "Yes, please, Grandad!  Can I slap mom's tits like Jason does?  That
really makes her yell!"

   "I don't see why not!  Why don't you make a list of the nasty things
you'd like to do to Heather - we'll have a chat about them later and I'll
give you some ideas of my own."

   Jenny whooped with delight and in a sudden movement leant close to her
mother and spat violently into her face, receiving a glowing look of
gratitude in return.

   "You can get up now, Ashley," instructed John, having noted with
satisfaction that the 10-year-old had remained quietly in her submissive
position.

   "Come and help me with your mom," he added.  "I'm going to really enjoy
fucking that slutty mouth of hers!"

   Heather opened her lips wide in pleasurable anticipation of what was to
come.  As she expected, John worked up a curdled mess of saliva around his
tongue and expelled it forcefully down her throat.

   "Don't swallow it, fuckwhore!" he snarled.

   Ashley, having received a nod of permission from her grandfather, leant
over her mother and dribbled a mouthful of drool between her lips.

   "That's the way!" remarked John approvingly.  "Spit is as good a
lubrication as any other for this job - your mom has quite a tight throat."

   "Not as tight as her cunt!" sniggered Jason.

   "You're right there, boy.  Considering that Heather's had immeasurably
more cock than the average whore, she still has an exquisitely tight pussy,
hasn't she?"

   "Not to mention her surprisingly tight asshole!"

   "Open wider, slut!" John snapped as he unzipped his fly and whipped out
his huge, semi-erect cock.

   He swiftly knelt astride Heather and imediately fucked his swollen tool
into her eager mouth.  His bloated cockhead squelched into the back of her
spit-filled throat and made her retch - a sound which always delighted him.

   "Yes - I'll make you choke, you scummy whore!"

   John proceeded to fuck Heather's throat with a tightly-controlled degree
of violence, making sure that she was just about able to inhale between his
vigorous thrusts.  Despite this, her face quickly crimsoned as she
struggled for breath and as he reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth
to give her some respite, she vomited a slimy mess of puke down her front.

   "You disgusting, filthy bitch!" growled John, though in fact he would
have been extremely disappointed if he hadn't managed to make Heather vomit
at least once during a face-fuck.

   "Get a cloth, Ashley, and clean your mother up - and be quick about it!"

   Everyone remained quiet while Ashley did as she was ordered, as always
taking their cue from John.  When the 10-year-old had taken off her mom's
soiled top and wiped her face and breasts, she stood aside and looked
inquiringly at her grandfather.

   "Can I spit in mommy's mouth again, Grandad?"

   "Yes - after you've cleaned the puke from it with your tongue!"

   John looked searchingly at his young granddaughter to see how she would
take this demand.  Ashley was unable to keep an expression of wry distaste
from appearing on her face - and immediately received a stinging slap
across her left cheek.

   "Don't make a face like that at me, young lady!  I will not countenance
insubordination in any bitch of mine.  If you really want to be my number
one cunt you must always obey my orders promptly and cheerfully - do you
understand?"

   "Yes, Grandad - I'm sorry!" cried the tearful 10-year-old, hanging her
head in shame.

   She hurriedly slipped her tongue into her mother's mouth and licked out
all the vomit she could reach, making sure to smile at John when she had
finished.

   "That's a good little slut, Ashley - now you can spit in your mom's
mouth."

   After the 10-year-old had re-lubricated her mother's throat, John
resumed his face-fuck with perhaps an even greater degree of ferocity,
spurred on by the wet gurgling sounds that the choking Heather made as she
struggled to cope with his thrusting cock.

   "Don't swallow yet!" said John as, after a few minutes of energetic
fucking, he ejaculated several jets of creamy cum into Heather's mouth.

   He raised his open right hand high and brought it down sharply against
Heather's left breast and quickly followed up by using his left hand on her
right breast.  Several more slaps followed in quick succession, getting
gradually harder as John warmed to his work.

   Heather was desperate to cry out in pain but without gulping down her
mouthful of semen first, or spitting it out, there was no way she could do
so - and either of those options would lead to her receiving a severe
beating.  That was the whole purpose of John ordering her not to swallow of
course, as she well knew.  It wasn't that she was afraid of being soundly
thrashed, rather that she prided herself on always obeying her master's
commands to the letter.

   "That's a good girl!" said John after delivering a dozen or so hard
slaps to both of Heather's breasts.  "You may swallow, now, whore."

   Jenny whispered into her grandfather's ear and received a smiling nod of
approval in return.

   "Go on then, you dirty little bitch!  Lay into her with a will - I want
to hear the slut scream!"

   John made way for his granddaughter and laughed with satisfaction as she
slapped her mother's reddened tits with malicious glee.  There was a glint
of almost vicious joy in the 12-year-old's eye which gave him great
pleasure, a glint which became even more apparent when Heather began to
howl with pain.

   "That's the way, Jen!  Hit the bitch as hard as you can!"

   Heather's breasts were burning, her nipples painfully erect - each smack
of her daughter's hand brought her to a peak of tormented rapture.  She
lived for moments such as these, when pain became wonderfully transmuted
into intense pleasure.

   "My arms aching, Grandad!" complained Jenny.

   "Never mind, sweetie - I guess your slut mother has had enough for now.
Jason, my boy, let's go into the kitchen and leave the whores alone for now
- we'll have a cup of coffee and a little chat."

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

   "How are you getting on with your mother and the girls?  I hope you're
keeping them in line.  It's a lot of fun making three bitches like that
know their place but it's also a serious responsibility."

   John took a drink of coffee and waited for his grandson's reply.  He was
in fact reasonably confident that Jason had the domineering personality
necessary to control his mother and sisters - something that could hardly
be said of the boy's father.

   "Don't worry, Grandad.  I keep the sluts well in order - they know what
to expect if they dare to disobey my commands."

   "I'm glad to hear it!  I take it that you're beating them regularly -
what do you use on the bitches?"

   "With the girls, just my hand at the moment.  A good hard slapping is
enough to make them yell like fuck - but I also whack them in the stomach
now and then.  Mom gets the same but I use a belt on her as well."

   John gave his grandson a nod of approval.

   "That's fine, though it's time you started using a belt on your sisters
- and a whip and cane on Heather."

   "I spit on mom a lot as well - that's really neat!"

   "Have you pissed on her yet?"

   "No - not yet," admitted Jason.  "I'm going to do it soon, though!"

   "There's a special pleasure in drenching your bitch in steaming urine -
or in pissing down her throat!"

   "I thought that dad and I could piss in a glass and make mom drink it -
and beat the crap out of her if she doesn't swallow every drop."

   "Good idea!  You should always be trying to devise new ways of
humiliating Heather and the girls - constant humiliation and beatings are
vital if you're going to keep the cunts in order."

   "Speaking of which," John added, "the cunts are getting too noisy in
there, particularly Ashley - go and sort them out, boy."

   Jason strode into the living room and immediately the loud chatter came
to an abrupt halt.  He stood before Ashley and looked at her sternly.

   "You must learn to curb that tongue of yours, slut!  Hold your hand
out!"

   He picked up a heavy wooden ruler from the coffee table and whacked it
sharply across Ashley's palm as the 10-year-old's eyes brimmed with tears.

   "You chatter way too much, Ash!  It's one of your many faults - I'll
cure you of it if it means beating you to a pulp!"

   "Tape her slutty mouth up, Jason," advised John from the kitchen."It's
the only way to keep her quiet for a while!"

   Jason took a roll of Sellotape from the table and wrapped it several
times around Ashley's mouth.

   "Who said you could take your hand away, bitch?  Hold it out again!"

   He gave the 10-year-old a dozen more whacks until her hand was striped
with angry red marks and tears were running down her face.

   "What are you grinning at, whore?" spat Jason when he noticed the
growing smile on Jenny's face.

   "Nothing," muttered the 12-year-old, hanging her head submissively.

   "Don't hide your face, cunt - look at me!"

   When Jenny swiftly obeyed she received a backhander across her cheek
which made her gasp with shock.

   "I will not put up with surliness and lack of respect from any bitch of
mine - do you understand?"

   "Yes," answered Jenny with a marked quaver in her voice.

   "Yes, Sir!" insisted Jason.

   "Yes, Sir!"

   "That's better.  I demand respect at all times - any failure on your
part to remember that will be met by severe punishment.  Do you understand,
slut?"

   "Yes, Sir - I understand."

   Jason turned his attention to Heather, openly ogling her reddened
breasts.

   "I expect you to keep Ash and Jen under tighter control, Mom.  I've been
much too lenient with you up to now and that's encouraged you to take far
too many liberties - you'll soon learn that this is not a game we're
playing.  When I'm ready I'm going to give you one hell of a beating - I've
been far too easy on you up to now!"

   His words were quietly spoken but Heather realized that he meant them to
be taken extremely seriously - and that aroused her enormously.  Her pussy
grew hot and moist as she imagined Jason beating her with a cane, as she
had heard John suggest that he should.  She craved for her son to beat her
and fuck her and beat her again - she wanted it so much it hurt!

   Jason returned to the kitchen and took his seat again opposite his
grandfather.

   "Nice work, boy!" said John admiringly.  "You have to be at the bitches
all the time if you're going to keep them in line - it's a full-time job
but a very rewarding one."

   "I made Ashley stand naked in the corner of the room last night,"
laughed Jason.  "The rest of us were watching tv while she had to stare at
the wall for over an hour!"

   "What was that for?"

   "The usual.  Answering back, smart-ass comments - you know what the
little cunt is like."

   "I do indeed - you're going to have to keep a tight rein on that one,
boy.  Spare the rod, spoil the child - always remember that."

   "Are you really going to make Ash your toilet slave?" asked Jason
curiously.

   "You bet I am!  She won't find it easy to make smart remarks when she's
chewing on one of my turds!"

   Jason laughed.  The image of Ashley chomping on a length of his
grandfather's shit was undoubtedly amusing but at the same time strangely
arousing.

   "I kind of get of turned on by the thought of shitting in Ash's mouth
... "

   "All in good time, boy - you'll get your turn with the little slut when
your grandma and I have initiated her into the delights of scat play."

   "I bet she'll love sucking on a juicy turd - she's such a dirty little
whore."

   "She certainly seems to be developing a taste for shit - she loves
sticking her tongue up my asshole!"

   "I suppose I'd better take that tape off the little bitch - I won't be
long."

   Jason noted with satisfaction that his mother and Jenny were sitting
quietly as he entered the living room and that Ashley hadn't attempted to
take the tape from her mouth.

   "That's better.  I demand obedience and submission at all times and
failure to understand that will inevitably lead to severe punishment."

   He unwrapped the Sellotape from Ashley's mouth and gave her a hard
stare.

   "Have you anything to say to me, cunt?"

   "I'm sorry for talking too much," whimpered the 10-year-old tearfully.

   "You will be sorry if you don't learn to behave as I expect you to!"

   Jason spat venomously into his sister's face and watched his thick
spittle dissolve into the tears coursing down her cheeks.

   "I'm going to be keeping a close eye on you from now on, Ashley - if you
step out of line you'll live to regret it.  It seems a good hard slapping
is proving insufficient to ensure your obedience so I'm going to have to
take a belt to you!"

   "Yes, Sir - thank you, Sir!" said Ashley, feeling herself grow warm at
the exciting idea of Jason lashing a belt against her bare bottom.

   "I'm still going to slap you around, bitch - the belt will be an
additional punishment.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Sir - I understand."

   "Let's make sure about that, shall we?"

   Jason grabbed hold of the 10-year-old's top and yanked it over her head.
With deliberate intent he repeatedly slapped her arms and chest, increasing
the force of his blows until she was yelling out in a kind of euphoric
pain.

   "Dirty little whore!  A good hard slapping makes you wet, doesn't it,
Ash?"

   Ashley tried to reply but after a series of stinging blows to her
swollen nipples she could only cry out piercingly.  Her pitiful screams
only encouraged Jason to work her over with increased enthusiasm -
particularly when John came out of the kitchen and urged him on vocally.

   "Just remember, boy - the louder they yell, the harder you whack 'em! 
Show the little cunt who's boss!"

   Jason grinned at his grandfather as he continued to bring his hand down
on his sister's chest.

   "Filthy little slut!" he hissed.  "I'll show you who's master in this
house!"

   He slapped Ashley hard across the face and listened to her whimpering
with satisfaction.

   "What do you say, cunt?"

   "Thank you for punishing me, Sir - I deserve to be punished because I'm
a disobedient little slut."

   "A disobedient little slut who I've treated far too leniently up to now
- that isn't a mistake I'm going to repeat in the future!"

   - - - - o o O o o - - -



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