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Archive name: poorem.txt (fF, fM, fist, nc, intr, ped) 
Authors name: Reverend Bob (reverend_bob@yahoo.com)
Story title : Poor Emily

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Poor Emily (fF, fM, fist, nc, intr, ped, size) 
by Reverend Bob (reverend_bob@yahoo.com)

***

Poor Emily was finally doing what she thought was right. 
She was entering a nunnery to become, you guessed it, a 
nun. To understand why she was becoming a nun, a little 
history is called for. So this is her story, before and 
after.

***

Paul and Marjorie Lloyd were on their way to the 
emergency room to deliver Marjorie's premature infant 
when the accident happened. The truck driver was tired 
and the stormy night added to the dangerous country road. 
When the Lloyds car came around a bend, the semi clipped 
the front end and sent it into a ditch.

Paul was pinned in the car and Marjorie was thrown clear. 
Then the already bad night got worse. Marjorie gave 
birth. The child came into the world in the rain and mud 
of the roadside while Paul looked on, helpless to assist 
his wife. By the time the ambulance arrived, Marjorie was 
dead from internal bleeding, and the infant was in poor 
shape too. At only four and a half pounds and almost four 
weeks early, the baby was clinging to life by a thread.

Paul escaped physical injury, but was an emotional wreck. 
In one day, he lost his wife and almost lost his child. 
It was hard, but he turned all his attention to his 
daughter.

She made it and was soon able to go home with him, but 
was to be very small the rest of her life. She had bright 
red hair like her mother, almost crimson in hue and 
extremely thick. Her skin color was so pale as to be 
almost sickly in appearance. 

As the years passed, Paul started to blame Emily for her 
mother's death. This was the start of Emily's trouble.

***

Emily Estelle Lloyd was a quiet and reserved child. Her 
flame colored hair and pale skin made her stand out in 
any crowd. And to a shy child, this made it worse. At the 
age of five, the teasing of kindergarten classmates made 
her cry so hard, she peed her pants. When she got home, 
Paul was incensed. The pressures of raising a child, 
work, and the remaining anger of his wife's death made 
him snap.

Paul took her over his knee and started to spank her. 
Though it wasn't her fault, Paul accused her of every 
thing wrong in their lives.  Paul decided that she must 
be punished severely until he thought she had paid for 
everything.

The first punishment was to be removed from school and 
taught by a very discreet tutor. She was never to leave 
the house without Paul in her presence. And while the 
tutor was present was the only time that Emily was 
allowed to wear any clothes at all. She had to go nude at 
all other times with no exceptions.

The second punishment was more severe. She was to be 
spanked every night and she had to thank Paul for her 
beating. This was to get steadily more sever over the 
years. It started off with ten spanks with Paul's bare 
hand every night before bed.

The final and most severe punishment was Paul's idea of a 
way to truly punish her forever. He decided that she 
should become ashamed of her body so he started applying 
nipple clams to her as well as a clamp to her immature 
clitoris. He started off applying one pound weights to 
the clamps. 

Emily cried and wailed but was not allowed any relief 
from the horrible pulling of the weights. If the weights 
were removed then Emily received heavier weights and a 
paddling with a switch. Over the years the weight was 
increased from one pound to two pounds when she was ten 
years old. 

When she was fifteen she progressed to five pounds on 
each nipple and seven on her clitoris. The abuse to her 
nipples and clitoris had another effect on her body 
besides pain and degradation. They caused the nipples and 
clitoris to stretch horribly. Permanently. 

By the age of ten, her nipples were almost a full inch 
long without the weights and her clitoris was almost 3/4 
of an inch long. This was without being erect. At the age 
of fifteen, her nipples were a full two inches long while 
soft and her clitoris was worse. The clitoris would 
dangle like a noodle when the weights were removed at a 
full three inches in length.

***

At the age of fifteen, Emily was still very short. She 
topped out at about 4'11" in her bare feet, but her body 
was not small. Her hips were about 25" while her waist 
was a waspish 19", but most impressive was her breasts. 
Her breasts were a very firm 36C and looked almost 
ridiculous on her small body. Thrown in were her 2" 
nipples and 3" clit, and she was a bizarre sight indeed.

It was no wonder she was so shy. Her hair had gotten 
thicker and lighter with the years and her pale skin 
remained the same but she got freckles from the rare 
occasion she went outside. The freckles were almost 
invisible but were there none the less.  Her nipples were 
so pale pink that they blended in with her skin. 

The "gift" her father gave her on her fifteenth birthday 
was a haircut. Not just her head either. Paul decided his 
daughter should look like the child she was, so he bought 
an electrolysis kit and removed her hair from the neck 
down. As soon as she grew any new pubic hair or any 
other, she was ordered to remove them permanently. 

This of course displayed her clitoris that might 
otherwise have been hidden by a thick bush that would 
have grown there. Furthermore, she was not allowed to let 
her hair on her head grow longer than two inches. 

It then that Emily was enrolled in a private school for 
girls by her father after the long-time tutor died. She 
was not happy to be with others because of her shyness 
and was withdrawn and quiet. She tried to do well but was 
making poor marks for not speaking when asked questions 
and given oral exams. 

The worst was her P.E. class. The first day, she realized 
that she was a freak compared to the other girls. When 
she saw another nude body for the first time  in the 
changing room, she nearly fainted. When she discovered 
that she was expected to undress as well, she did pass 
out.  

The other girls made fun of her about this. Then the day 
came when she was forced to shower after class because of 
falling in mud during P.E.  She tried to shower with her 
underwear on but the teacher came up to her.  

Ms. Jones was the first black woman the Emily had ever 
seen. She was almost six feet tall and was voluptuous 
indeed. She had breasts that were at least 42DD and had 
short hair that was almost shaved. Her skin was so dark 
that it almost appeared black indeed. Her hands were 
large and had long fingers capped with short burgundy 
nails. Emily was to become acquainted with those hands 
soon.

"Emily?" she asked in her deep voice, "what do you think 
you're doing?"

Emily replied softly, "I'm taking a shower ma'am."

"Then don't you think you should remove your bra and 
panties?" Ms. Jones asked.

"Please, no, ma'am. Please don't make me take them off in 
front of the others." Emily begged.

"Why on earth not?" she asked. "The others have to, so 
why shouldn't you? Do you think you're special or 
something?"

"Oh, no ma'am. It's not that...."

"Enough. Take them off or I'll do it for you!" Ms. Jones 
demanded.

"Please, no..."

"That's it! Stay after class." Ms. Jones ordered.

When the bell rang and the other girls left, Emily went 
to Ms.  Jones' office still in her wet panties and bra. 
Ms' Jones sat waiting behind her desk with a strange 
expression on her face.

"I called and talked with your father about your 
disrespect girl. 
Do you know what he said to me?" asked Ms. Jones.

"No ma'am" Emily replied meekly.

"He said that any punishment I come up with was fine with 
him. Any punishment at all." she said. "He then said that 
you need as much punishment as I was willing to give, 
however that may be applied."

"So I decided what I'm gonna do." said Ms. Jones.

"Come over here girl and remove your undies and bra."

Emily wailed, "Please don't make me....."

"NOW! Or I'll make it worse!" Ms. Jones yelled.

Emily just bowed her head and cried.

"Okay! That's it girl! I've had enough! Get over now and 
remove those undergarments! Now!" screamed Ms. Jones.

Emily slowly removed her bra while turning around to hide 
the view from this awesome woman. She slid her panties 
off and covered her nipples and clit with her hands and 
turned around.

"Hands at your side girl!" ordered Ms. Jones.

Emily complied and let her arms fall to her sides. Ms. 
Jones gasped in astonishment at the spectacle before her. 
Emily blushed so hard that her face and upper chest were 
almost as red as her hair. Ms. Jones looked slack-jawed 
at Emily and didn't say a word. The cold air blowing on 
Emily's wet skin caused a new sensation in her. Her 
nipples started to erect until they were at full mast, 
pointing two inches directly at Ms.  Jones. 

Having a stranger stare at her caused her to feel light-
headed and, somehow, good. Ms. Jones finally stood up and 
approached Emily.

"I--I--I mean, I am now going to spank you." Ms. Jones 
stammered.

She sat down in a chair and pulled Emily face down over 
her lap.  Emily's nipples rubbed up against the rough 
legs of Ms. Jones pants and started to tingle. Ms. Jones 
then placed her palm on Emily's left buttock and gently 
caressed the hairless skin. Then from nowhere. WHACK! 
Emily almost yelled as Ms. Jones other hand slammed into 
her right buttock. Ms.  Jones stared at the ripples 
caused by the first swat. She then continued rubbing 
Emily's left cheek while spanking the right one. WHACK! 
WHACK!

Emily yelped at the sensations of being spanked and 
caressed at the same time. The tingling in her nipples 
moved to her clit too. She felt a wetness between her 
legs that was matched by her heat radiating from her 
pussy. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! the beating continued and 
Emily didn't notice when Ms. Jones slipped a finger into 
her little pussy. All she knew was that good feelings 
were arising combined with the pain of the spanking to 
make her feel so good.

Ms. Jones saw that Emily was reacting to the treatment 
and decide to go all the way. She inserted another finger 
into Emily's pussy and continued spanking. Ms' Jones then 
started to move her fingers in and out rapidly increasing 
in speed. She then added a third finger and pressed in as 
far as she could. She felt resistance from Emil's hymen 
and thought to herself "I'm gonna bust this cherry and 
others before I'm through with her. When I'm done, she'll 
be mine for life!"

Ms. Jones then pulled her hand back and slammed it in all 
the way to the knuckles, busting the hymen, while giving 
a particularly hard slap. Emily didn't know what was 
going on. She felt a sharp sting through her sexual haze 
that rapidly faded into a feeling of fullness that she 
never knew before.

It was so intense that she almost went over the edge.  
She felt her nipples erect even more until they were 
almost painful. She reached up and started tugging on 
them and pulling on them until it hurt.  Emily felt her 
clitoris start to stiffen as the hand of Ms. Jones 
brushed against it. It too reached new lengths.

Ms. Jones stopped paddling Emily and concentrated on 
adding her fourth finger to her pussy. It was so tight 
that she didn't think she would get it in, but somehow, 
she did. With her other hand she grasped Emily's clit and 
started stroking it like a cock. 

It just kept growing and getting harder until it reached 
it's full erect length of 4" long and as thick as her 
pinky. She slicked her hand up with excess juices and 
started to pump Emily's clit in her balled up fist. At 
the same time, she crammed her other hand all the way in 
to the last knuckle and slowly pressed her thumb into the 
delicate rosebud of Emily's anus.

Emily was one huge raw nerve. She started to explode. 

"Oh my GOD!! " she wailed.

Emily then started to shake like she was in an epileptic 
seizure.  Ms Jones stopped stroking Emily's clit and 
stood up while still gripping her pussy and ass in a vice 
like grip. Emily's head and shoulders hit the ground 
while her feet were still in the air as Ms Jones started 
to shake her like a doll with her hand embedded in her 
twat and ass. Emily continued to come even harder than 
before as she was shaken mercilessly.

Ms. Jones started to drag Emily into the showers by her 
pussy while Emily continued to orgasm and flop around 
like a fish. She the let go and stripped off her clothes 
to really get down to work. 

As Emily laid there and occasionally twitched, Ms Jones 
walked to a cabinet and pulled a bottle of Vaseline and 
walked back to the dazed Emily.

"It's time to get down to business girl. I'm gonna ruin 
you in more ways than one you little bitch. I'm gonna 
love this!" Ms. Jones said.

Ms. Jones laid Emily on her back and pulled her legs up 
and over until her knees were beside her ears. She then 
kneeled on the backs of Emily's ankles and greased up her 
hand. Ms. Jones then started to plunge her first two 
fingers in and out of Emily's sopping pussy, lubing it up 
well. Then she added a third and then fourth finger until 
she was in up to her thumb. She started to twist her hand 
around and spread her fingers trying to stretch Emily's 
pussy as much as possible. Ms. Jones then tucked her 
thumb into her palm and slowly forced the whole hand into 
Emily's gaping pussy.

Emily didn't know what to think. She came to on her back 
and saw nothing but a forest of thick black hair above 
her face. She felt something huge trying to force its way 
into her pussy. It felt like a truck was squeezing in. It 
hurt so much and yet still felt good. She felt suction on 
her huge clit and almost came right then.

Ms. Jones started to suck on Emily's cock-like clit and 
flicked the tip with her tongue. She finally got her hand 
into Emily's cunt and pulled it out again. She then began 
to slide it in and out several times until she met with 
less resistance. She then put her hand back in and balled 
it into a fist. She moved the fist back and forth and 
slowly extracted it still balled up. She put it back in 
and pulled it out over and over until it was almost easy.

Emily fell so full that she felt as if she was giving 
birth to an elephant. The pain was still there but was 
accompanied by more pleasure than she imagined possible. 

Ms. Jones slowly increased her tempo until she was like a 
piston on a car. She then pulled out and slammed her fist 
back in with a mighty punch. She punched and punched like 
a prize-fighter making a loud squelching noise each time 
like mud sucking at shoes. 

Emily felt more pain than she ever had before when the 
punching started. She felt like a slab of meat. Then the 
pressure on her clit increased until the pain blended 
with it like one big sensation. She was getting close to 
another earth-shattering orgasm.

Ms. Jones then shoved down as hard as she could until she 
bottomed out against the entrance to Emily's womb! She 
started the punching routine over and over until she was 
bottoming out each time. She pulled out and stared at the 
wreck of Emily's pussy that she had caused. The pussy was 
a gaping hole that was at least three inches across. She 
decided to try one more thing with Emily's pussy.

Emily felt the emptiness when Ms Jones pulled out. She 
felt as if her pussy was a cave that anyone could walk 
in. A breeze blew into her gaping hole and felt like a 
hurricane in her loins. Then she felt Ms.  Jones shove 
her arm back in ally the way with one push. 

When she was bottomed out, she felt a finger push against 
the opening to her womb. It slowly and painfully forced 
its way into the womb itself. The finger started to fuck 
in and out like a penis. The pain was so intense and the 
pleasure so great that Emily started to come again. 

As soon as she felt Emily start to come, Ms. Jones 
removed her hand and moved back to watch. Emily's body 
went stiff as a board of wood and straightened out like a 
two by four. Her face was locked into a noiseless scream, 
mouth agape and eyes staring wide open but looking at 
nothing. Then Emily breathed in and let loose such a 
scream that Ms.  Jones was glad that the gym was a 
separate building from the rest of the school.

Emily's body arched up like a bow and from her gaping 
cunt spewed forth a stream of cum that shot like a high 
pressure hose. It shot almost four feet into the air to 
the ground in a puddle. After three more spurts, Emily 
collapsed into a heap, unconscious.

Ms. Jones wiped the pussy juice, Vaseline, and the odd 
fleck of blood off her arm than smiled evilly. She 
grabbed Emily's four inch clit in her hand and pulled as 
hard as she could to see how far it would stretch. With 
no response at all from Emily, she did the same with her 
nipples. She was astounded at the length of Emily's 
nipples and clit. She decide she would leave a mark for 
Emily to remember her with. She went back to her office 
and grabbed the items she would need. Emily was still 
passed out as she went to work.

When Emily awoke, she was alone on the floor of the 
dressing room. 

The clock showed that it was almost three o'clock. Two 
hours had gone by!  Her pussy was still open about an 
inch when she looked at it. Then she saw something that 
almost made her pass out again. inserted through her 
nipples were combination locks! Then the pain hit her. 

It was worse than anything she had ever felt except for 
the pain in her clit! Her clit! She quickly looked down 
at it and saw another lock going right through it too! 
The pain was horrendous! She tried to remove them but 
how? She didn't know the combinations! They were stuck! 

When the pain retreated to a dull throb, she washed off 
as best as she could and put her clothes back on. She 
couldn't put her bra or panties on because of the locks 
and the pain. All she could do was put her sweater on and 
hope no one noticed.

***

Somehow Emily made it through the rest of the day without 
incident and made it home. But when she got home, her dad 
saw her when she took off her clothes. He just stood 
there and stared for five minutes without saying a word. 
He then ordered her to bend over and spread her legs. As 
she complied she prayed that he wouldn't notice that her 
pussy still hadn't closed all the way yet. Of course he 
did.

He looked closely at the locks in her nipples and clit 
and at the gaping hole that used to be a tight virgin 
pussy. 

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Paul asked 
sternly.

"Oh Daddy, it's not my fault.." she started.

"Of course it is you slut! For lying to me, the locks 
stay in! If you want to be a slut, then fine, I'll make 
you a slut!" he screamed. "Get over to the couch and bend 
over the arm! Now!"

As she bent over the arm of the couch, she couldn't help 
but wonder what was in store for her now. In way, she 
felt, it was her fault.  Being so disrespectful to Ms. 
Jones was wrong. Lying to her Daddy was wrong. She 
deserved what she got.

Paul removed his pants and walked up behind his slut-
daughter. His cock was quickly approaching the massive 
proportions that his wife fell in love with so many years 
ago. Emily stood there waiting for what seemed like an 
eternity until she felt a soft touch against her open 
vagina. 

It was a strange feeling object. Soft, yet very hard, and 
warm! The object slowly started to spread her steadily 
moistening lips and continued its way into her pussy. It 
met with almost no resistance at all.

Paul couldn't believe how loose this whore was! He 
started to get even angrier than before and decided to 
truly punish her. He pulled out of her loose hole and 
found a tighter one. Her ass!

Emily started to scream as she felt his dick slowly 
entering her poor anus. The pain slowed sown once the 
head was in but it still hurt so bad. When he started to 
push in more, she yelled louder then before. It felt like 
a horse was shoving its entire cock into her without 
benefit of lubrication.

Paul was amazed that he hadn't drawn blood yet. He forced 
his way into her ass with no mercy. The sphincter muscle 
tried in vain to prevent him from reaching his goal, but 
he persevered. Finally he succeeded and was all the way 
in. He was balls deep into his own whore-daughter! It was 
great. The tightness was unbelievable! He had actually 
gotten all nine inches into her virgin ass!

Emily was going insane with pain. The log in her ass was 
like a burning coal searing its way into her guts. Then 
she felt the hairs of his balls tickling her clitoris. 
Against her will, her clit was elongating and becoming 
excited again. The lock going through the tip weighted 
her clit down and caused a steady pressure that was 
rapidly making her orgasm. 

The better the feelings were the more her sphincter 
tightened around her fathers dick, causing the pain to 
steadily increase.  At the same time, the pleasure from 
her steadily elongating clit increased in intensity 
making her whimper in pain and pleasure. She started to 
cry as she spiraled up into a blinding light of pleasure 
that seemed to go on for ever.

Paul was shocked that this whore could climax from being 
raped in the ass. He thought to himself, "If this fuckin 
whore likes it that much, I'll really rape her ass!"

Emily was coming and coming like there was no tomorrow! 
There was no end to it. She was still coming when her 
daddy pulled out of her ass and stuck three fingers into 
her ass and began to saw in and out and round and round. 
She came again when he stuck another finger in and kept 
on pumping.

"Oh God, Daddy!" she yelled" More! I need more! Please!"

Paul was only too happy to comply. He pulled his hand out 
and balled up his fist and shoved it inside. He didn't 
stop when he tore the sphincter and Emily screamed like a 
banshee. He kept on going until his arm was buried up to 
the elbow. When he pulled back out, his forearm was 
covered with shit and blood.

He started pumping away like a jackhammer all the while 
Emily was screaming bloody murder and thrashing trying to 
escape the awful pain. The delicious pain. The exquisite 
pain. The pleasure.

Paul saw her enjoying the fisting and decided to make it 
worse. He took his other hand and made a fist with it 
too. Without any preamble, he forced it into her already 
gaping cunt. It slid in easily enough from her stretching 
earlier in the day. He started to alternate the pumping 
of his arms and then to do it at the same time. 

Emily was in hell! She was stuffed like a Thanksgiving 
turkey.  Both ends were fuller than was meant to be. And 
she was loving every minute of it! From virgin to slut-
whore in a matter of hours! She was taking more than most 
women take in a lifetime. She came in a powerful 
explosion of agony. Then she knew no more.

Paul watched as she orgasmed for the last time, and 
passed out. He pulled out of her violated and wide open 
holes and took her up to her room...

END?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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