Sissy Stepdad

Sissy Stepdad

Chapter XII

  Sissy Stepdad

Chapter XII

  My first night’s rest was anything but restful, but successive nights would be even worse.  About the only positive thing I could say about them was that they’d be shorter than the first, averaging less than three hours per night.

  I worked…well, like  slave…from before dawn to well into the early mornings, the never-ending chores and constant supervision ensuring I seldom had as much as three minutes of rest at a time.  In addition to preparing all the meals and taking care of all the household chores, I spent most of the daylight hours outside, either cleaning the shabby yard or making repairs to the cabin’s exterior.  One day I spent the entire afternoon on the roof, my naked body burning as I replaced broken and missing shingles.  Another day was spent scraping loose paint off the siding and trip, then caulking the cracks in preparation for my next day’s task, which was to paint the entire cabin.  But the yard work was the worst of it.

  I spent four hours each afternoon, during the heat of the day, trying to make the yard look presentable.  The first day was surely the worst, and the girls put me to work crawling around the yard on my hands and knees, picking up pieces of trash and other waste – including several rather large piles of dog crap - and carrying it to the trash pile.  The ground was hard and uneven, covered with rocks and stickers that cut painfully into my knees and palms as I crawled around, knowing full well that a worse fate would await me if I dared stop or slow down.  The following days weren’t as bad, though my hands became blistered and my feet raw from the mowing, digging and cultivating they had me do.  My entire body was burned from the hours of being outside, naked under the sun, and my nights were filled with painful tremors as every muscle in my body cried out in pain.

  The nights.  They were the worst, as I was locked into a metal dog cage which sat in the dirt, just off the porch.  It was so small that I could barely fit, assuming a fetal position that I was unable to move out of.  Unprotected from the elements, with not even a rag to use for warmth, my nights were pure hell.  I was seldom able to doze for more than twenty or thirty minutes before waking, although I had not way of telling the time.  The first night, a thick fog blew in, almost like a light rain, covering me in a cold, wet blanket.  I shivered through the night, and morning found me running a fever.  The girls paid my illness no mind, just laughing when I begged for aspirin and some water.

  Abuse was my constant companion during this period.  Kept naked at all times and forced to beat off for the girls’ amusement whenever they wanted a laugh, my dick was sore, red and chaffed.  I seldom went two hours without being ordered to perform for them, always being forced to lick my own ejaculate from wherever it landed.  I was forced to submit to the most humiliating punishments, one minute because I wasn’t hard and the next because I was, and then again when whatever consequence they imposed for this supposed infraction caused me to become sexually aroused or proved impossible for me to complete to their satisfaction.

  But their abuse of me wasn’t limited to the sexual sort.  Far from it, they took every opportunity to make my life as painful and humiliating as they could. 

The first morning, after cunt snapped the leash on my collar and led me crawling out of my cage, the cheerleaders stood around me, making little cooing noises like one would do to a puppy. 

“Aw, the little doggie is shivering cold, “ one of the girls said that first morning. 

“Yeah, I think we should warm him up a bit, don’t you, girls?” another replied, a chorus of voices agreeing. 

The first unexpected bite of the belt being wielded by one of the cheerleaders slapped up at my unprotected balls, causing me to scream aloud as pain unlike anything I’d felt it before coursed through my body like a lightning bolt.  I collapsed on the muddy ground, my hands cupping my groin as I squirmed in agony.

  “Good one, Susan!” someone giggled.  “Do it again!”

  “Please, no,” I begged, still rolling on the ground, bile in my throat.  “Anything else, please, Mistress!”

  “Okay!” they all said in unison, laughing.

  “Well,” I heard Carmen say, “I think the first order of business is to get you warmed up, worm.  Roll over on your back and spread your arms and legs out!”

  I slowly complied, still afraid to move my hands and exposed my throbbing and now-purple balls.  Two of the girls grabbed my wrists and forced them away from my groin.

  “We were going to go easy on you, slut, but you’ve just earned yourself a little more punishment.  Now spread those legs as widely as you can, or else!” Carmen warned, stepping over me so her legs were straddling my supine body.

  “Now, keep your eyes and mouth wide open, unless you want those useless balls of yours to get more of the strap,” she ordered.  Looking up, I could see nothing but hairy pussy under her skirt as she squatted so her crotch was about two feet above my face.  Suddenly, she began to piss on my face, shifting her body slightly so most of the urine went straight into my mouth.  “Swallow it, bitch!” she commanded.  The acrid fluid burned my eyes and nostrils, filling my mouth more quickly than I could swallow, causing me to sputter and gag, but somehow I managed to get enough of it down to satisfy my abuser.  Then it was everyone else’s turn.  First Jeanette, then Debbie, Carmen and Angela, followed in turn by Roberta, Mary, and finally, young Susan. Some squatted and aimed at my face from a distance, but the last three sat directly on my face, using my mouth as their toilet.  My otherwise-empty stomach was boiling in protest, and it was all I could do to keep from vomiting on myself.  Only the knowledge that I’d then be forced to eat my own bile off the ground kept me from doing so.  But it wasn’t over yet.

  “Your turn, cunt!” one of the girls called, and the novice cheerleader took her place over my naked, piss-covered face.

  “No, no,” she was told as she took her position over my face.  “Turn around and squat over his pathetic little weenie!”   When I heard that, a flicker of hope that they were going to have her fuck me flashed through my mind.  My dick twitched just enough for the girls to notice.  They laughed.

  “No, you nasty bitch, you’re not going to lose your cherry today!” Susan assured me – or was she talking to cunt instead?  We were both, after all, virgins.  One of the girls whispered in cunt’s ear, and she began slowly lowering herself down until her pussy just barely brushed against my cock, which caused my body to tremble uncontrollably.  Then she began to slowly shuffle backwards, still in a squatting position, towards my head.  I could see beads of perspiration on her naked body as she struggled to maintain position, finally over my upper chest, just below my neck.  I was commanded to keep my eyes and mouth open.  I stared in horror as she began to strain, watching her sphincter slowly open as a large turd fell out, landing with a loud plop, just missing my face.  The odor from my piss-saturated hair was now overwhelmed with the stench of fresh, warm shit lying just inches from my face.  I began to struggle, trying to get up, but the girls were ready for it and pinned my wrists and ankles to the ground with their feet.  I could do nothing as a second and third turd landed on me.  I closed my eyes and turned my head away, but there was nothing I could do to escape as it hit the side of my face, sliding slowly onto the ground beside my head. 

“I’m finished, Ma’am,” I heard cunt announce in a quiet, shaky voice.

  “No, you’re not,” Dominique answered.  “What else were you supposed to do?”

  I could swear I heard cunt whisper “I’m sorry” to me just as she lowered herself onto my face, rubbing my nose between her ass cheeks.  Shit  was smeared on my face from my eyes to my chin, but that still wasn’t going to be the worst of it.

  “Cunt’s period started last night, but since she forgot to bring any tampons, we figured you could stand in.  Put that slutty tongue of yours to use and start cleaning, bitch!”

  One of the girls pushed on cunt’s shoulders, forcing her down until my face was smashed between her widely-spread thighs.  Unable to breathe, I did the only thing I could and began licking and sucking, trying to pull at least a little air into my lungs.  Cunt began bouncing up and down on my face, which was now streaked with a combination of shit and her menstrual blood.  I could do nothing but continue to suck and lick, while the girls stood around and laughed.

  I spent the rest of the smelling like a sewer, shit caked on my face, while I toiled away at the tasks the girls set me to.  I wasn’t permitted inside at all, and cunt was the only one who would come within ten feet of me – unwillingly, I might add. 

I was carefully filling cracks around the picture window opened out onto the front porch, when I saw cunt carrying lawn chairs out of the house, scurrying around to set them in a circle, checking each one’s position carefully.  Although still busy with my own work, I could see dark handprints on her tits where she’d obviously been mauled, and bright red stripes across her ass.  I hadn’t noticed either this morning, but then again, my focus was on the turds dropping on her rather than whether her ass had been beaten.  Anyway, after making sure the chairs were precisely placed, she scampered back into the house, returning a few minutes later.  This time she was crawling on her hands and knees, the rest of the cheerleading squad following her.  They took their seats, while she remained kneeling in the middle of the circle.

  “Get your skanky ass over here, slut!” Dominique screamed.

  I dropped to my knees myself and crawled as fast as I could, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my knees every time they hit one of the many sharp rocks laying in my path. 

“It’s time for your feeding, slut,” she told me as I knelt submissively in front of her at a spot sufficiently far away that the stench of my shit, piss and sweat-covered body wouldn’t offend her.  She motioned to cunt, who approached her and took the filthy tin bucket she was offered.

  “You still have a lot of work to do today, slut, so we’re going to let you save the energy you would have otherwise expended chewing your meal,” Dominique pronounced with a regal tone in her voice.  The other girls just laughed and giggled as cunt crawled to the center of the circle,  her bucket scraping the ground as she held the bail between her teeth.  “Cunt will be chewing your food for you today.  Neither of you are permitted to use your hands, so I hope you both remembered to brush your teeth this morning.”  There was more laughter at the comment; I hadn’t had the opportunity to so much as rinse myself off, let alone brush my teeth, since arriving at school the previous day.  My face was covered with shit stripes, and my mouth still tasted of the piss I’d been forced to drink earlier.  How I tasted wasn’t my problem, though; it was apparent that they intended for cunt to chew whatever “food” was in the bucket and feed it to me mouth-to-mouth.  “Okay, get to work, cunt!” she ordered.

  I watched the teenager, her nose wrinkled in disgust, slowly lower her face into the rusty, dirty pail and move her head around, apparently trying to fish something out.  Fish was right, as I could clearly see she had the remains of some sort of fish between her lips, the nearly naked skeleton crunching loudly as she chewed. 

“Your girlfriend apparently likes you, slut,” Dominique announced.  “The leftover fried fish we had for dinner a couple of days ago is probably the best tasting thing in there,” she said as slut crawled to me.  We both leaned forward so she could deposit the cold, awful-tasting mush into my mouth.  I nearly gagged as I swallowed; I never liked fish, but whatever else was in the bucket had definitely made it taste worse.

  “There, there, slut,” Dominique commented.  “You must keep your strength up.  After all, you still have a lot of work to do, and there’s still tonight to get through.  Besides, there’s no more fish left, is there, cunt?  Go ahead and tell your boyfriend what else you’re going to be feeding him.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” she said in a clear voice, peering into the bucket.  “There’s…um…I think it’s leftover stew, Ma’am.  I can see chunks of potato and some fatty meat.  Some bread, too.  I can’t be sure what else is there, but little bits of stuff, Ma’am.”

  “Oh, there’s lots of good things, cunt, and aren’t you so happy you’re going to be helping slut eat them?  There’s…let’s see….we all spit in it to make sure it was nice and moist for you both, and a couple of us needed to sneeze this morning, so that’s there too.  What else?  Oh, there’s some leftover cereal from breakfast, egg shells, oh…remember when we shaved your pubic hair, cunt?  Guess what?  We wanted to make sure slut got enough roughage, so that’s in there too.”

  Jesus Christ!  I nearly puked at the thought of the crap they were going to make me suck from cunt’s mouth, but the knowledge that they’d just add my own vomit to the mixture was enough to convince me to do as they ordered.  The look on cunt’s face as she slowly chewed the disgusting mixture, hearing the solid bits crunch between her molars, made me thankful that all I had to do was slurp it down. 

Cunt had nearly finished feeding me when I heard the crunching sound of a vehicle’s tires approaching.  Cunt’s body blushed bright red – and I’m sure mine did, too – as we heard the car stop and the door open, but neither of us dared to look up to see who was approaching. 

“Very cute,” said a deep. male voice I’d heard before, but just couldn’t place.  “A change in plans, girls,” he said.  I heard shuffling as the cheerleaders walked away to discuss whatever the new arrival had to say.  Cunt just kept feeding me, her eyes focused on mine in an effort to ignore whatever else was going on.  A few minutes later, after the huddle broke up, whoever it was got back in her car and drove off.

  “Okay, enough playing kissy-face,” Dominique said, accentuating her comment with a swift kick to my ribs, knocking me to my side.  “Unfortunately, your fun-filled week is going to have to be cut short.  Mary and Susan, go get slut cleaned up, just like we talked about.  The rest of you, get cunt ready for tonight.”

  I’m not sure what cunt knew that I didn’t, but there was a distinct look of fear in her eyes.  I didn’t have much time to consider it, though, because Mary immediately grabbed my leash and yanked on it forcefully, the chain collar digging into my neck and causing me to cry out in pain. 

Mary and Susan dragged me out into the back yard and chained me to the side of the shed – there were shackles already attached to the wall, so that I was bound standing upright in a spread-eagle position, completely helpless with my legs spread and arms held up at a 45 degree angle.  They first took a garden hose to my naked body, using the nozzle’s forceful spray to wash the accumulated filth away.  It hadn’t gotten all that warm today, and I shivered in the shade while they unhooked one appendage at a time to turn me around, then performed the same thing on my backside.  While I drip-dried, Susan grabbed my hair and turned my head to the side, forcing the open end of a bottle of foul-tasting mouthwash over my lips, making me not only wash my mouth out, but swallow as well.  While she was doing that, I felt the now-familiar sensation of a tube being forced past my anal ring, and then my belly being slowly filled with cold, soapy water.  Apparently I was going to be clean, both inside and out.  As the second bladder of water was flowing into me, my abdomen began cramping horribly, causing me to attempt to bend forward, which the chains on my wrist prevented.  Instead of being allowed relief after the second quart was emptied into me, Mary deftly shoved a large, lubricated butt plug up my ass. 

“Don’t worry, slut…you’ll be permitted to shit in a little bit.  We just need to make sure you’re all nice and squeaky clean for tonight, and you’ll be thankful we stretched you out a bit, too,” she said by way of explanation.  It wasn’t so much what she said as the way she said it, with both she and Susan giggling afterwards. 

All rinsed off and with my intestines full of cold water, I expected the abuse was, at least for now, over.  I was mistaken.  Susan and Mary both brought out large, soft brushes and began spreading a thick, pink substance over my body.  It caused a burning sensation at first touch, but neither girl took any notice as I squirmed in my bonds.  Finishing with my backside, they waited about five minutes and then rinsed me off again before starting on the front.  As they turned me around, I could see clumps of hair – I’d always had a hairy back – at my feet.  They were applying some sort of depilatory crème, completely denuding my body of all hair.  They began on my front, taking special care to the stubble around my groin.  The only place they didn’t touch was anything above my neck; instead, they carefully shaved my face and neck using a razor and shaving cream.  Except for my scalp, eyebrows and eyelashes, I was as hairless as a grape.

  It wasn’t until they were through that they unfastened my ankles and wrists, allowing me to squat in the mud and remove the butt plug, releasing a forceful stream of filthy, shit-filled water.  My legs were already splattered with my own shit, and I just collapsed there in the filthy puddle.  The feces burned my tender, hairless skin, but I didn’t care.  There was nothing more they could do to humiliate and degrade me.  I was wrong again.

  Ordering me to my feet, Susan made me stand on a small timber with my legs spread and hands clasped behind my head while she sprayed me off once again.  This time it was a more gently stream, as the filth on my body was still wet.  They then reattached the leash to my collar and led me back to the house.  I was taken into the kitchen, given a little pink apron to wear,  and told to prepare snacks and put bottles of beer on ice.  She sat at the table watching my every move, ensuring I didn’t consume so much as a nibble of the meat and cheese tray or chips and dip I was instructed to prepare.

  About an hour later, I heard cars pulling up.  Susan rushed me to the front door and made me kneel there, knees spread and head bowed, while all the seniors on the varsity football team trooped in. They’d apparently just come from a practice, and were still garbed in dirty, sweat-stained uniforms.  Most ignored my presence, but several made degrading comments, calling me a fucking faggot and things like that, while two spit on me.  One reached down and grabbed my testicles, lifting me to my feet and squeezing, causing me to cry out in pain.

  “That’s nothing compared to what you’re going to get tonight, bitch,” he laughed, letting me drop to the ground. 

“Get your ass to work, slut!” Dominique commanded, ordering me to bring out the beer and snacks for her guests.  I scrambled to obey their orders as they demanded refills of food and drink.  Cunt was nowhere to be seen.

  One of the players, a large, black running back, ordered me to take is shoes and socks off – using only my teeth – and massage his feet while he sipped on his third beer.  When he complained that I wasn’t doing a very good job, Dominique had me kneel with my ass in the air so he could beat me with his belt.  My already tender skin burned in pain with each stroke, and it only took three before I was crying.  At that point, Dominique “suggested” that I beg forgiveness by giving his feet a tongue bath.  It was the most disgusting thing I’d done to that point – even worse than changing tampons with my mouth – and as my tongue snaked between his filthy, sweaty toes, it was all I could do to keep from puking.  Everyone just laughed, pointing out how I must be enjoying it since my dick was hard.

  My humiliation ended – almost – once cunt was brought out and presented to the group.  The men’s attention immediately changed focus to her.  Naked except for a pair of pale blue stockings and stiletto heels, she teetered precariously as she presented her body to each of the men, each taking liberties by squeezing a breast or sliding a hand between her legs and feeling her now-hairless, obviously very wet cunt.  Even I, fresh from having my nose against a filthy foot, could smell her need.

  The team – assisted by the cheerleaders – began by putting cunt through her paces.  She was made to display her body in the most lewd ways possible:  bending over and spreading her ass cheeks, pulling her labia apart so everyone could peer right inside her, humping herself against knees and dirty football cleats.  All the while, they made her tweak her own nipples and finger herself, so that she became more and more frantic, more and more willing to do anything to be permitted to cum.  Finally, they promised her that if she could wrap her ankles behind her head, she would get what she so desperately needed. 

She tried, and failed.  She tried again, and again she was unable to prove herself flexible enough to do what was being demanded of her.  Finally, Dominique offered to assist, but only if she first brought each of the eight cheerleaders to orgasm, using only her mouth and tongue.  Starting with the youngest, Susan – mere minutes younger than her twin – cunt immediately dove in and began lapping at the older girl’s swollen gash with the ardor of a madwoman.  Already aroused from watching the abuse cunt and I had been enduring, it was only a few minutes before Susan shuddered and let loose a loud moan, much to the delight of the audience.  Susan’s cunt was quickly replaced  by Debbie’s, followed by Roberta, Angela, Carmen, Debbie, Jeanette, and finally, Dominique herself.  By the time Dominique lowered herself onto cunt, the young girl’s face was swollen, chaffed and covered in shiny, sticky fluid.

  With all the girls finally sated – at least for now – they went to work helping cunt get into position.  With one holding her shoulders, two others each took a leg and slowly, carefully bent her like a pretzel until her ankles were crossed behind her neck.  Sitting directly in front of cunt, I could see her how swollen and painful her widely-spread vagina was, little more than a large, angry red gash between her splayed thighs.  I couldn’t help but stare at her virginal hole, knowing that it wouldn’t remain in that state much longer.  Cunt’s plight became more vivid when I saw that Dominique had actually bound the girl’s legs behind her neck, attaching the ankle restraints to her collar with a short length of chain.  Additional restraints were then attached to her wrists, binding them painfully behind her back.  Cunt was now completely helpless, totally exposed, and absolutely vulnerable for whatever abuses the football players had in mind.

  With cunt helplessly staring, fear at what was going to happen to her on her face, I was put to work undressing each of the ball players.  Thirteen strong, muscular men, nine of whom were black, were about to enjoy the pleasures of cunt’s until-now untouched body. 

The men fucked cunt mercilessly for the next several hours, taking her in each hole at least once apiece, forcing me to lick their cocks clean after each had his turn.  When cunt’s holes finally became too cum-filled and sloppy for their enjoyment, they put me to work there, too, shoving my had down between her legs and forcing me to lap their fluids from her.  I was warned, however, that allowing cunt to cum while I was licking and sucking at her battered and abused, swollen holes would mean a beating like I’d never experienced.  Because of that warning, I was careful to only tease, gently lapping and slurping, never with enough contact to actually force an orgasm out of her.

  The one-girl orgy went on all evening and late into the night, with my time – when I wasn’t lapping up cum or cleaning cocks with my mouth – spent fetching beers, making snacks for the cheerleaders and their guests, or just kneeling on the floor, my nose pressed into the corner like a naughty child being chastised.

  Eventually, though, even the studliest of the football players were all fucked out and needed to take a break.   Sitting on the couches resting against the walls, the cheerleaders cuddled with their boyfriends, fondling and being fondled, while cunt’s abused body remained on display.  Someone finally took pity on her, though, tossing me the key to her restraints and ordering me to free her.  However, even after that, her humiliation and degradation was far from through.