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 Putting a Bitch in Her Place By Little Bree (MMM/F, rape, nc, serious
emotional abuse, unconscious victim, exh)

   __________________ Author's Note: This is very dark.  I'm actually
disturbed at myself for writing it.  It's not unusually graphic, I don't
think, but if you're a half-way decent person, it'll probably make you feel
a little sick.  Spelling errors and the like may be more plentiful than
normal, because I don't have the stomach to reread it too much.  Feedback
(good or bad) should be sent to lttlbree@yahoo.com.

   As always, if you're not at least 18 years old please don't read this.
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   When Leo fucked my mother, he made sure we all could hear.  It wasn't
enough that we could see the bruises and hear the way he treated her the
rest of the time.  He wanted her exposed, to his sons and to me, as the
lowly slut he told her she was.  It was part of being a man, he'd tell the
boys, to "put a bitch in her place," and he lived by example.

   I used to hide in the basement and bury my ears.  The boys, though, were
all bigger than me and they liked the show.  They thought it was fun to
make me listen.  At first they'd just pin me down or hold me in place while
they laughed and joked about what he was doing to her, and what a slut she
was.  They'd stroke their cocks like it was some sort of porn show, and
make a game of getting their spunk on me or making me lick it out of their
hands.  I'm not sure what ever stopped them, all those nights, from pinning
me down and raping me--maybe they actually thought their father would've
somehow cared or maybe they just didn't want to be accused of fucking their
sister, even if I was only a step--but before I'd even filled out a bra
they'd taken to undressing and groping me while they had me pinned there.

   Leo, I think, liked that I heard, too.  It was like he was warning me,
letting me know what he was capable of and willing to do.  Long after my
mother stopped caring about the pain and humiliation, she still cared about
me, and so I became his leverage.  Whatever twisted humiliation he
demanded, she could only protest so long before he'd threaten to drag her
"little slut daughter" up to suffer instead.  My mother always relented, to
the great amusement of the boys who'd then taunt, as she screamed, that it
was all my fault.

   So many times, I pleaded with her to leave him.  There were times, lots
of times, when she'd break down crying, apologizing for things she wouldn't
name, and begging my forgiveness.  But she never left.  "Leo's been so good
to us," she'd say, as though the big house and the expensive clothes
somehow made up for the abuse that she never acknowledged.

   When I was 13, I tried my best to break away.  For the promise of a
place to spend the night, I let a horse-cocked bouncer from the local pool
hall deflower me in the back of his car, and nearly passed out from a panic
attack mid-coitus.  He ignored my hyperventilating until he'd cum, then
waited impatiently for me to "calm the fuck down" and declared me a "frigid
bitch." He didn't even give me a ride home, much less take me to his place.


   When I came home, Leo made sure I'd learned my lesson.  I couldn't
ignore the welts on mom's face, or the way she winced as she walked.  "I
knew your mom'd get your ass home in the end," he sneered at me.  " I just
had to convince her extra hard." The same way he knew mom wouldn't let him
hurt me, he knew I couldn't be the reason he hurt her.  I never stayed away
again.

   I was 15 when my aunt Nicole told us she was coming to visit, and I was
terrified.  Nicole was my dad's sister, my real dad's sister, and for
year's when I was younger she felt like my own sister.  She was 20 years
younger than my dad, and always joked about having been an accident.  Her
mother, my grandmother, got stomach cancer real bad when I was 6 and Nicole
was 16, so Nicole came to live with us, and she stayed after grandma died
until she left for college two years later.  I absolutely adored her as a
kid, and still did.  The last thing I wanted was for her to see what a
wreck our lives had become in California.  It was bad enough having to live
it, I didn't want people to see it.

   But she said she was coming and even Leo knew better than to refuse her
a bed.  That'd be too weird and improper, and Leo, however vile he was, was
very concerned about outward appearances.

   Once Leo and the boys saw Nicole, though, they didn't regret the
decision.  My aunt was gorgeous.  At 25, she was slender and tall, with
long shiny hair the same color as my dad's.  When she was out of ear shot,
Leo ogled and mumbled about the "fantastic tits" that seemed almost too big
for her narrow chest.  They flirted with her, all four of them, and she was
so charming that she could flirt right back with 55 year old Leo and his 17
year old son without it ever seeming sick.

   Somehow, that week, we actually had fun.

   Of course it shouldn't have been shocking, that Friday night, when Leo
dragged my mother into the bedroom.  We were supposed to go out, to show
Nicole more of the city, but Leo was horny.  They fought, the way they
always did.  Mom pleaded with him to wait a couple of days, until Nicole
left.  Leo insisted it was unfair to deprive him like that, and he loudly
ordered her to "spread her fucking legs."

   "Maybe we should go somewhere," Nicole said.  "They need their privacy."

   Even the boys, who normally relished these ordeals, were shuffling
around awkwardly, embarrassed to have pretty, sophisticated Nicole exposed
their dirty little secret.  I tried my best not to break down sobbing, but
I couldn't manage it, and humiliated tears managed to sneak their way down
my cheeks.

   The five us left before the shouting stopped, escaping to the Dairy
Queen for ice-cream that, in my memory, tasted like chalk.  I couldn't look
my aunt in the eye, and I guess she could tell because she didn't push it.
We talked about dumb stuff like music and sports with my step brothers, and
managed to act like my mother wasn't being beaten and raped back home.

   After an hour, we chanced the return trip.  Leo and mom were on opposite
sides of the living room.  There were bruises on mom's face, and a deep
gash below her eye.  Leo was sipping a bottle of beer and watching
baseball, coldy nonchalant about the episode.

   "It's about time," he said, barely looking up.  "You mom needs someone
to ride with her to the hospital, Tiffany."

   Nicole, still a stranger to this sort of thing, was alarmed.  "Oh my
god, Joyce, what happened?" she said as she rushed to her sister-in-law's
side.  "I've got my car, let me drive you."

   "No," said mom, too quickly as she moved silently past Nicole.  "I can
drive.  Tiffany can ride with me."

   Nicole's expression was an odd blend of hurt and confusion, but she
didn't argue.  She just stood there sort of dumbly, the way any normal
person probably would have under the circumstances.

   "It'll be fine," said Leo.  "We'll keep you company here, Nicole."

   My aunt smiled politely, but you could tell she wasn't happy.  She
looked at me, as if she was pleading for some sort of rational explanation,
and I just looked at my feet because there wasn't one to give her.



   Four hours we spent in the emergency room.  I'd been here with mom
before, and I knew the drill.  Social workers got called, and they ignored
mom's falling-down-the-stairs story.  They'd ask me round-about-questions
about being beaten, and I'd play dumb.  On at least two occasions, they'd
dragged me back physical exams, and been disappointed to find that I didn't
have a bruise on me.  I knew, every time, that I should tell someone the
truth, but I knew it wouldn't matter.  Mom was a grown woman, so social
services couldn't make her leave, and Leo never actually laid a hand on me.
All telling would do, I knew, was enrage Leo.

   They stitched up her eye and prescribed pain killers for the rest. 
X-rays revealed that one of her ribs had been previously broken, but it was
starting to heal and there wasn't much they could do at this point.  We
left with an armload of pamphlets about hotlines and shelters, but mom
tossed those in the parking lot trash can without reading them.

   We drove home in silence.  I didn't have the strength to argue with her,
and I think she was too ashamed to make excuses to me.  Earlier, when
they'd fought, I thought I could hear some little spark of resilience in
her voice--something that said she was fed up and past the point that she'd
take any more--but I knew, in that silence, that he'd beaten that out of
her while I went for ice cream.

   The living room was empty when we walked in, which was unusual.  Leo
never went out.  My stepbrothers didn't spend most Friday nights at home,
but their three cars were still in the driveway.  From the master bedroom,
we could hear voices, and we walked towards them.

   Nicole was naked on the floor, her dark hair fanned out across the
carpet, and her legs spread wide as my oldest stepbrother Ryan pumped
viciously in and out of her.  Leo and the other boys were naked and
circling around, watching excitedly as Ryan fucked her.  My stomach sank,
and I wanted to vomit as we came in closer.  Nicole looked like she was
passed out; her eyes were closed and her arms were draped loosely over her
head.  Loads of cum were dribbling down her sun-tanned breasts, belly and
face, and others were matted into her long hair.

   I choked back a loud sob and turned to run out of the room, alerting
them for the first time, I think, to our presence in the room.  Josh, the
youngest of my stepbrothers, grabbed me by the waist before I could escape
and rolled me around to face the depraved scene.

   "Ladies," Leo said with a broad, shit eating grin.  "Welcome back. 
We're having a little party here." The boys all snickered like evil little
trolls.

   Mom didn't say anything.  Her lower lip was quivering, and her eyes were
open wide and unblinking.  I knew she was past the point of exhaustion, but
for the second time tonight it felt like she'd hit her limit.  Her husband
appeared to be nonchalantly cheating on her, but gang raping a passed out
friend and loved one.

   "Leo," she finally managed, her voice barely a whisper.  "What have you
done?"

   Leo laughed.  "We're just having a little fun, Joyce," he said, as he
wrapped a big hand around the back of mom's neck.  "You don't mind us
having some fun, do you?"

   Ryan grunted on the ground, and slipped out of Nicole's prone body just
in time to coat her face with another load of white sticky goo.

   Mom was visibly quivering with what I knew was rage.  "You sick
bastard," she said, though most of the words disappeared into her cracking
voice.  "You sick, sick bastard.  How could you?"

   "Come on now, bitch," he said, pulling her in.  "You didn't think you
were going to invite this fine piece of ass into my house and not let me
have a taste, did you?"

   "She's my sister-in-law," mom said.  "She's just a fucking child!"

   Leo grinned around at his sons.  "She sure didn't feel like a child, did
she boys?"

   They all laughed.  I fought back another urge to vomit.

   "I'm calling the police," my mother said.  She sounded serious.  "I've
had it, Leo.  I'm done." She turned to pull away from him, but he caught
her by the wrist and jerked her back towards him.

   "Nobody's going to be calling any police," he said as he wrapped both
big hands around her narrow shoulders.  "We're just having fun."

   Then she slapped him.  I'm not sure where she found the strength, after
the night she'd had, and I can't begin to fathom where she found the
willpower.  She hit him right across the face, the sharp edge of her
engagement ring piercing the skin and leaving a spec of blood on his cheek.
"Fuck you," she snarled, her voice finally raising above the whisper. 
"We're leaving."

   For a long moment, Leo was stunned.  I know he wasn't hurt bad, but I
don't think my mother had never hit him back.  He was shocked, and he was
outraged.  Worst of all, she'd done that in front of his boys and there was
no way he'd let that sort of insult go unanswered.

   Leo threw my mother to the floor, hard, so that she collapsed with a
thud and a shriek.

   I strained to get at her, but Josh held me tight in place.  "Relax,
bitch," he whispered in my ear, but I couldn't just relax.

   "You dumb fucking cunt," Leo snarled as he stood over my mother and
kicked her hard in the stomach.  She shrieked again and coiled into a fetal
position.  "You couldn't have just minded your own fucking business." He
kicked her again, in the face this time.  The fresh stitches broke loose
and there was blood.

   Mom pulled herself onto her stomach and started to crawl, but he knocked
her back down.  "Not so tough now, are you bitch?' he taunted.  My mother
didn't answer, she didn't even look up.  Leo stared down at her, ready to
pounce as soon as she found the strength to stand.  His boys were watching
intently enough that none of them had remounted Nicole after Ryan finished,
though their eyes drifted back and forth between the nude girl and the
violence.

   Growing ultimately bored with mom's struggles to crawl, Leo rolled her
over onto her back.  "Take your clothes off, bitch."

   Josh didn't stop me from falling onto my knees and vomiting.  I think he
knew it was coming, but he still called me a "gross bitch" and said I'd be
the one cleaning that up.

   Mom hadn't moved.  Her chest was heaving, tears were flowing, and
occasionally she blinked, but she didn't move.  It all felt like a
nightmare, the way Leo was staring down at her waiting.  "I said, take your
fucking clothes off," he said.

   Still mom didn't move.  Obviously, she knew he wouldn't relent.  He'd
already orchestrated a gang rape, undressing her against her will was
hardly so serious.  But somehow, despite her exhaustion and emotional
battering, she wouldn't obey the order.

   Leo lost his patience soon enough, and grabbed her shirt collar to yank
it straight down.  The buttons went flying, and my mom lay there limply as
he exposed her bra, and continued to lie there limply while he pulled out
his pocket knife and cut that off of her.

   Mike, the middle brother, had knelt down behind Nicole.  He was propping
her up and playing with her breasts as he watched the spectacle with my
mother.  Her head was in his lap, and I couldn't be sure but I swore I saw
her move, like she was slowly coming to.  I hoped she didn't wake up until
they were done.

   "You boys want to fuck your stepmom?" Leo joked as Ryan helped him tug
off her pants and then her panties.  The boys laughed but didn't answer. 
"Probably not," said Leo as he stood over my mother's chest, staring down
at her.  "Nobody wants to fuck a wilted old ho like this when they got a
tight little piece of ass like that one over there," he said, pointing to
Nicole.  "I know I liked her better anyway."

   The boys laughed again, and Mike, too worked up to wait more, shifted
around to kneel between Nicole's spread legs.  He let her head fall back as
he shifted, clearly unconcerned.

   "No, not yet, boy," said Leo.  "You already had a turn."

   "We all had turns, dad," protested Mike.

   Leo turned and smiled.  "I know, son.  But I think your stepmom probably
wants some of that too." He grabbed my mother by her long hair, and lifted
her head up off the ground.  "Isn't that right?"

   She didn't answer, but I could see fear in her eyes.

   He dragged her still by the hair over to where Mike had been kneeling,
between Nicole's naked spread legs, and he dropped her.  Mom caught herself
before she fell into Nicole, but Leo promptly pushed her down by the back
of the head.  "Eat that pussy, bitch," he snarled.  "Eat it up."

   I could see the muscles in her back and arms straining as she pushed
back against him, but he easily overpowered her.  Her face was pressed down
into Nicole's snatch, into pools of cum that they splattered all over her.

   "Ryan," Leo snapped, "get the camera.  This is too good."

   For the next twenty minutes, Ryan snapped pictures from every angle as
my mother was forced, against her will, to lick Nicole's pussy.  He zoomed
in close, he pulled back, he made her smile with the juices streaked across
her face.  More than once, he snapped a picture of me straining to help
her.

   Then they got bored.  Leo rolled my mother onto her back and fucked her.
I'd never seen them actually go at it before, but I'd heard it hundreds of
times.  She was already almost passed out, but he still took glee in
smacking her across the face several times as he did it.

   With impatient abandon, the boys resumed raping Nicole.

   I was an afterthought as I stumbled out into the hall and into the
basement, where I burrowed into a crawl space and cried myself to sleep.

   At four o'clock that morning, I was still hidden in the basement.  Leo
was sleeping soundly, and I don't know why she didn't use that razor to
slit his wrists instead of her own.  I guess I'll never know.