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 Mum is Daughter's Best Friend

   Prologue A mother found guilty of horrific child abuse went to jail
saying she is "not really a bad mother".

   The woman, 31, who has name suppression, was sentenced to seven and a
half years in prison with a non-parole period of five years when she
appeared in the Court yesterday.

   The 10-year-old girl is so terrified she has nightmares her mother will
get out of jail, find her and continue the beatings.

   Emotional pleas by the girl and her eight-year-old brother were read to
the Court yesterday as their mother was jailed for sustained and horrific
abuse against them.

   "I still have nightmares about what happened to me.  In my dreams my
mother and father are out of jail and trying to find me to hurt me some
more," the girl said in a victim impact statement.  Her brother, through a
statement he insisted was read to court, told the judge he wanted his
parents to stay in jail for a long time.

   "I was hurt for a long time so I think they should stay where they are
for a long time too.  "There is nothing nice about my mum.  I can't think
of any good things.  I can think of lots of bad things.  I don't know why I
was hit so much but I think it was because I wasn't good enough." The case
came to light last year when the girl, aged nine at the time, was found
hiding in a cupboard in her home.

   She was starving, dehydrated, bruised and suffering from broken bones
and anemia from internal bleeding and her scalp had been half torn off. 
The case appalled the nation and has been dubbed one of the worst abuse
cases in which a child had lived.  The mother pleaded guilty to 25 charges,
including tearing off the girl's toenail and pouring boiling water and salt
over the bleeding toe.

   She wrote abusive comments on the girl's body, kicked her in the vaginal
area, and assaulted her with weapons, including a machete, broom handle and
table leg.  The mother also abused her son, who was seven at the time.  The
mother has spoken out, saying she is not a bad parent and was simply trying
to protect her other three children.

   "I'm a bad mum for what I done to the child but I'm not really a bad
mother at all."

   She told counsellors she was reaching breaking point over her daughter's
deteriorating behaviour, she said.

   She hit her daughter on the bottom with a broomstick multiple times
because she "couldn't handle it anymore", she said

   "They said that I tortured her, I didn't torture her.  Yes I did assault
her, I slapped her around, I punched her."

   The girl has been in care since she was four months old.  She was
returned to her mother after being allegedly sexually abused by a family
member whose care she was in.  More than 25 agencies had dealt with the
family, including 13 in the six months leading up to the mother's arrest.



   Some years later

   Deanne walked through the gates of the prison carrying her single bag.
Her partner was waiting in the van outside.  She went round to the
passenger door opened it and climbed in.

   Giving the man a deep soul kiss, she reached down and felt his male
hardness inside his jeans.  "God, I've been waiting for some of this." She
said as she broke the kiss.

   She lent back in her seat, took the man's hand and shoved in between her
legs to her waiting sopping pussy.  He stuck two fingers into the wetness
and quickly bought Deanne to a shuddering orgasm.

   "You'll have to wait until we get home." He said, adding quickly, "If
anyone catches you out here, they'll have you back inside before you can
say boo"

   "I'm not going back into that place, so let?s find somewhere to fuck"

   They were so engrossed in each other that both occupants failed to
notice a second van parked a few spaces down.

   In the second van 3 people sat watching the action intently.  When the
first van moved off, the second followed close behind.

   The convoy travelled through the city.  When the first van stopped, the
second travelled on a short distance and stopped around the corner, out of
sight.

   Not that it mattered.  In the van Deanne was bent over sucking hungrily
on her partner's cock.  His hand was down the back of her skirt, his finger
was exploring the rosette of her arsehole.  She tried to come up for air,
but with his free hand he pushed her head further, until her heard the
sound of her gagging, his turgid pole reaching down into her throat.  After
a few seconds, he released her and she came up coughing and spluttering.

   Deanne began to take a swing at him, but the man was too quick for her
and quickly grabbed her wrist.  Opening the van?s door, he climbed out and
dragged the protesting woman out.  When she took another swing at him with
her free hand, he slapped her face and then releasing her hands, grabbed a
handful of her hair and began dragging her by it.

   Deanne howled in protest, but to no avail.

   The man dragged her inside the house to the lounge.  Reaching the room,
he pushed the woman down until she was bent over the sofa.  Without further
preliminaries, he lifted her skirt, kicked her legs apart, took his cock
and thrust it deep into her hot, waiting soppy cunt.

   This time, Deanne howled in orgasm.  It had been a long time coming and
the feeling of a hard cock pushing its way into her sent her over the top
straight away.

   The man grabbed her hair again and using it as reins, he began to fuck
her hard, pounding his way into her each time he thrust forward.  Deanne
met his thrusts pushing back and opening herself up to him.  She could feel
his balls slapping against her lower buttocks.  More importantly, she could
feel his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, filling her up each time.  It
was so long since she had experienced a good hot fuck that she didn?t want
it to end.

   Deanne came several more times before her partner announced that he was
about to cum.  He released her hair, grabbed her buttocks and pushed hard
into her.  She felt his sperm filling her up and then dribbling down her
leg.

   Without further comment, he pulled out of her, pulled up his trousers
and went around at slumped into a lazy boy and promptly fell asleep. 
Deanne was left lying over the sofa, her skirt up over her back and her
cunt dripping cum on to the floor.

   "Bastard", she said to the now sleeping form.

   After a few seconds to recover, Deanne stood up.  She shoved her hand
between her legs to catch the spend and made her way to the loo for a pee
and to clean up.

   When she returned, her partner was still comatose.  She started towards
him, but as she did she felt a stinging feeling in her neck.  She reached
up to feel for the source of the feeling, but as she did so she felt very
tired and fell to the ground unconscious.



   Some time later, Deanne began to wake up.  As her senses cleared, she
began to take stock of her surroundings.  For a start she was on a bed, but
it wasn't hers.  She looked around her, but the room was strange to her. 
Then she realised that she was tied to the bed and she was completely nude.

   Her movements must have alerted someone that she was awake, because an
electric motor started and the bed began to rotate until it was in an
upright position.  She could see around her now, but apart from a light
shining in her face, there was nothing she could make out.

   Two men came towards her.  They unfastened her hands from the bed and
resecured them to a bar which hung from the ceiling.  Her legs were freed
and she was walked forward until she stood beside to cuffs.  These were
quickly secured about her ankles.  The men then rolled the bed out of the
room.

   In the silence, she could hear breathing and knew that other people were
in the room with her.

   "Hello", she called out.  Nothing.

   "Hello", she tried again.  This time two shapes began to move towards
her.  They looked familiar, but she couldn't place them.

   "Hello Mummy dearest", said a female voice.  The words were uttered in
total malice, with no love or warmth intended.  Deanne recognised the voice
and began to tremble with fear.

   "Stephanie?  Is that you?  What?s happening?"

   Stephanie stepped forward so that her mother could see her for the first
time in six years.

   ?Hello Cunt?  the daughter replied.

   The second figure stepped forward.  It was a teenage male, about 15

   "Hello Slut" he said.

   Deanne, looked towards him.

   "Peter?  Is that you?  You've grown up so tall"

   Peter stepped forward and without warning, slammed a balled fist into
his mother?s midriff.  Deanne totally winded, sagged against her chains.

   "Don't get all cutsie and mommsy-womsy with us" He snarled.  "We
suffered at your hands and now it's payback time, Bitch."

   Deanne began to cry.  "Please, don't hurt me.  I?ve been punished
enough. I spent six years in a prison cell for what I did."

   Stephanie, slapped her face hard.  "That was for breaking the law, not
for pulling my hair out, or breaking my fingers."

   Deanne hadn't noticed, but her children both carried whips in their
hands.  She understood the meaning of pain as the first blows began to land
on her back and breasts.

   For the next five minutes, Deanne's world was transformed into one of
pain and screaming as the whips struck her repeatedly, across her breasts,
her belly, her upper thighs, her back and her arse.  She twisted and
turned, but to no avail.  One blow landed the end of the whip right on her
clitoris, causing her scream even louder, if that were possible.

   The children screamed as well as they took out the anger and suffering
on their mother.

   Finally, their desire for revenge was sated and they dropped their
whips. Deanne stood there sobbing in her agony.  Stephanie & Peter stood
back from her and undressed.  Deanne could see that her son's cock was hard
and erect and that her daughter's nipples were equally hard.

   Peter went around behind his mother and grabbed her by the hips.  She
could feel his male hardness against her buttocks.

   "No, Peter, I beg you, please don't fuck me." She whispered hoarsely.

   Stephanie slapped her mother's face.  "Shut up, bitch."

   Deanne felt her son's cock at the entrance to her arsehole.  He pulled
her buttocks apart, so that there was nothing to impede his progress and
then pushed himself into his mother's rectum.

   "This for all the times you stood by and watched whilst your 'boyfriend'
fucked Stephanie and me."

   Grabbing a handful of her buttocks, he began to plough his way into her.
Setting up a sawing motion, he buggered the crying woman freely.  Stephanie
grabbed her mother's tits and began twisting them hard as if trying to pull
them off.  At one point she bent down and took a nipple into her mouth and
bit down hard.

   Finally, Peter signalled that he was about to cum.  Stephanie moved
around behind him and as he spurted his incestuous seed into his mother's
anus she hugged hum tight.

   When he finished cumming, Peter withdrew his cock and unceremoniously
wiped it across his mother's side.  Finally, they untied the chains that
held her arms and allowed her to sink to the floor.

   Later, Deanne still lay on the floor, her son's sperm leaking from her
anus and the whip marks covering her body.  Her ankles were still chained
to the floor.  Now, she could hear and feel things.  There was a vibration
through the floor and there were people shouting.

   The door opened and Peter & Stephanie entered.

   "We just came to say good bye mother," said Stephanie.  "You won't be
seeing us again"

   "What are you going to do to me?"

   "Do to you?  Nothing more."

   "Then what?s going to happen to me?"

   "You've been sold mother.  Right now you're on a ship and in a week's
time, you'll be handed over to your new owner.  You were worth $20,000 to
us.  That'll go someway to righting the wrongs you did to us."

   With that comment the two children turned and left Deanne to her fate.