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Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 3 Michelle’s Story Chapter 69
By Redlegtiger
Edited by msboy8
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Chapter 69, Brittany’s Story
Brittany was surprised when Angie ordered her to tell her about what happened to her to make her what she was. She had never told anyone and really didn’t want to tell Angie. But Mistress Karen had told her to obey Angie so she sighed in resignation after a long pause. She began by saying, “It started a couple of months before my thirteenth birthday. My mother………”
Angie broke into Suk’s narrative and said, “Let’s get something straight bitch. You are Suk LeCunt. You aren’t Brittany. You never had a mother or a brother. You will tell the story as if you are an observer to what happened. Once you tell me the story, you will forget that there ever was a Brittany. Is that understood you worthless cunt?”
Suk took a deep breath and paused for a moment as what Angie had said sank in. Finally she settled into a kneeling position on the bed with her head cast downward. She began telling her tale.
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To begin the tale of Brittany’s life it is important to understand that right after her twelfth birthday, her mom and dad got a divorce. Brittany didn’t know why they got divorced though she sometimes thought that it was because of her and her brother. Once her father left, she never heard anything from him again.
About two months before her thirteenth birthday, her mother started dating a horrid man. It was just fine for the first month until he moved into the apartment with the family. That second month that her mom dated him he began to hit and slap her around every time that he was displeased, which seemed like all of the time to Brittany. She watched as her mother turned from a strong and independent woman into a fearful and cowering, blubbering, submissive mess.
Brittany was very scared of what was happening to her mother and of her mother’s boyfriend. She did everything she could to avoid being in the same room as he was or her mother even. The problem was that he insisted that Brittany and her brother eat at the table with him and her mother. Whenever they were together he would demean and degrade their mother in front of them. Each day, the outfits her mother wore became shorter and more obscene. It wasn’t noticeable at first but it didn’t take long before Brittany began to notice that her mother was wearing see through blouses without a bra on. There were a couple of times she even saw that her mother wasn’t wearing panties under the short mini skirts that she wore now instead of the jeans she usually wore.
Each time her mother’s clothing took another turn to the more obscene and provocative; Brittany noticed that she also had new bruises on her body. She began to understand that her mother was being beaten into submission. She was really beginning to hate her mother’s boyfriend and couldn’t understand why she stayed with him.
It was two weeks before Brittany’s thirteenth birthday that her mother began throwing away her most conservative clothing and leaving only the sexier clothing. Most of the stuff she was left to wear she had grown out of the year before and would barely fit her. Brittany had to leave blouses unbuttoned down below her small developing tits just to get them to fit and even then the remaining buttons were always threatening to pop off. The only other things she had to wear were halters and tube tops that were also a year old and showed more than they protected. Her mother also took away all of her training bras. This meant that her nipples were always pushing out of the tops that she wore. The girls at school began to make fun of her and the boys, especially the older ones began to pay an inordinate amount of attention to her. It continually embarrassed her whenever they tried to talk her into doing things with them but she stood firm and refused them.
During the two weeks before her birthday, while at home, her mother’s boyfriend began to pay more and more attention to her. He started by slapping her around whenever she did something that upset him in the smallest way. He also went out of his way to call her the most demeaning names. He would make her do the smallest and most demeaning tasks and if Brittany refused she was spanked for it. At first the spankings were just on her ass. But each day it seemed that the spankings got more frequent and more severe. The week before her birthday, he made her take her panties off during the spankings.
Brittany was almost always cowering in fear that he would find something wrong and spank her. It seemed to her that no matter how perfect she did a task that he gave her he always found something wrong so he would have a reason to spank her. It was the last couple of days before her birthday that things really began to get bad for Brittany. When he said she did something wrong, he made her strip in front of her brother and mother. He would then whip her with a belt on her back and ass. She would look over at her mother who would look away the minute she made eye contact. She came to hate her mother for letting this man humiliate and abuse her like this.
On her birthday, which was on June 29th, it was like any other. She had a party with her friends over and they had a lot of fun. Brittany was able to forget the abuse of the last few weeks for a little bit. She had wanted to have her two best friends to stay for a sleep over but her mother’s boyfriend wouldn’t allow it. Brittany’s begging for it the night before earned her the worst whipping she had ever gotten before.
After the party was over in the late afternoon, Brittany and her brother Paul were made to clean up the party mess. They talked in whispers about what was going on and her brother just apologized for not being able to do anything to stop him. He at least leant a sympathetic ear to Brittany and suggested she do something to protect herself from him. When Brittany asked what she could do, he just shrugged and told her he didn’t know.
By the time the day was over and Brittany was in bed for the night, she realized that she hadn’t been spanked all day. She smiled a little at the reprieve thinking that her mother’s boyfriend would leave her alone for her birthday at least. She curled up on her side and began to fall asleep.
Brittany didn’t have any idea how long she had been asleep, when she was rudely awakened. She felt her body being yanked up from the bed as her night gown was ripped from her body. She let out a scream of fright which earned her a slap across the face. Then her eyes snapped open and she looked straight into the eyes of her mother’s boyfriend. He had a drunken and sinister smile on his face. He looked her in the eye and said, “Ish time to mache a woman outta ya cunt. Ish ssshhoulda been done yearshhh ago. Guesshhhhh I get the honors. Now let’ssss sshheeee thossshhhhe shwweeet bitty tittiessh of yourrsssshhhh.”
Brittany began to fight with all of her strength to break free of the drunken boyfriend. That earned her a series of slaps to her face and a couple of hard punches to the stomach that knocked the breath and fight out of her. She curled up into a fetal position and cried and gasped for breath.
It wasn’t more than a couple of moments later when she felt her hair being grabbed and pulled hard to make her face outward. When she opened her mouth to scream, she suddenly felt something that was soft on the outside but hard on the inside being stuffed into her mouth. Then she began to smell and taste the piss and sweat of her mother’s boyfriend’s unwashed body. She began to gag from the stench, the taste and the utter hopelessness of her situation.
Her gagging sounds seemed to motivate the drunken boyfriend even more and he forced his cock into her mouth deeper and deeper. She soon felt the head of his cock at her throat. She panicked and tried to push against her rapist’s stomach to force his cock out of her throat. That earned her a punch to the side of her head.
Brittany was dazed by the punch and began to black out a bit. Her rapist took advantage of that moment and forced his cock the rest of the way down her throat. Brittany began to gag and wretch on the cock that was now sawing back and forth into her throat like it was a cunt. She flailed away at her rapist, her mother’s boyfriend, the whole time as he used both hands, gripping her hair by the handful on either side of her head. He pushed and pulled her face on and off his cock.
Brittany was beginning to struggle for breath as her rapist fucked her throat. She had tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain and humiliation she was being made to go through. What she didn’t know was that her mother’s boyfriend had already had sex twice that evening with her mother. Part of the nasty taste that Brittany had initially experienced was from the dried remains of those couplings. This meant that it would be a while before he would cum.
Brittany struggled as best she could and began to pray that he would cum soon so she could breathe again. But it seemed to her as if he would keep going on forever. Her struggles for air began to weaken and everything around her began to go black when he pulled out just long enough for her to get a couple of breaths. It was on her third inhale that she felt the cock being forced down her throat again.
The fucking continued like that for another fifteen minutes. Every time it became apparent that she was about to pass out, he would pull out long enough for her to get a couple of breaths. Each time this happened, the time between breathing chances became less and less.
At the end, Brittany’ rapist was getting close to cumming. He was so close that when she started to black out he couldn’t stop. He kept on fucking her throat over and over. Soon Brittany’s body was reflexively jerking from the deprivation of oxygen. She totally blacked out for good just as her rapist came down her throat. Her last conscious thoughts were that she would lose her virginity to this brute of an animal and wouldn’t even know it.
The next morning, Brittany awoke to a sore throat and the nastiest taste in her mouth. She felt the dried cum that had leaked out of her mouth on her cheek. She lifted her hand up and gently touched it as she broke down into heaving sobs. She spent the next couple of hours curled up in a ball sobbing and crying.
It was during this time that Brittany began to realize that she hadn’t been fucked the night before like she had feared. That realization got her to thinking about her conversation with her brother as they cleaned up the mess and did dishes after the party. She had to do something to protect herself like her brother suggested but what. She would do anything to keep that asshole from taking her cherry. That was for her to give and not some pathetic worm like him. Her sadness and fear began to turn to anger and determination.
Brittany thought long and hard about what she could do to stop the son of a bitch from fucking her. She knew that he would most likely try again that night. It was an almost certainty that if not that night then sometime soon. Brittany finally figured out what she was going to do.
That night, she was ready. She had spent the better part of the day convincing herself that she could prevent her mother’s asshole of a boyfriend from taking her virginity. She went through scenario after scenario in her mind and how she would react. She even rehearsed what she would do in each situation to make sure she could do it. When she went to bed that night she felt she was as prepared as she would ever be.
Sure enough, as she suspected, her mother’s rapist boyfriend came in that night, shortly after she went to bed. He ordered her to get up but she feigned sleep. She wondered if he would do the same thing as he did the night before. When she didn’t respond, he reached down and grabbed the neck of her night gown and tore it off of her. Unlike last night, she had expected something like this and still feigned sleep. It was integral to her plan to make him think that she was asleep.
Brittany’s rapist began to feel confident at the success he was having. He finished tearing the night gown from Brittany’s thirteen year old body and exposing her new and developing tits. When he had them fully exposed, he reached down and began to caress and pinch her tits. Brittany let out a small moan of excitement as she felt the stimulation of someone caressing her tits. She had never thought of them as being so sensitive and actually began to enjoy the sensations of his expert manipulation of them.
She let herself get pulled into the feelings of her first erotic moment at the hands of her rapist. She was so surprised that she forgot all about her plans to protect herself, especially when he reached down and began to caress her cunt and clit. The quickly growing tide of pleasure overcame her and it grew and grew. Before she even knew what was happening, she felt a sudden urge as if she had to pee and then the world seemed to erupt into the most amazing pleasure. Her body stiffened and she screamed out in ecstasy over and over again as he kept on playing with her cunt and clit.
After her third orgasm, she was totally wiped out. She felt her legs being lifted and doubled back over until her knees were by her ears. Before she knew what was happening, she felt a soft but hard blunt object pressed against her asshole. In the instant that she realized what it was he pushed in with all of his might. Brittany screamed out in horrendous pain at the unexpected invasion. The pain and humiliation she was feeling now was the exact opposite of the glorious, wonderful feelings she had just before.
Brittany screamed out, “Pull it out…… Pull it out…… It hurts, god it hurts.”
Her mother’s rapist of a boyfriend didn’t pay any attention and just kept on sawing his rampant cock in and out of her ass over and over, sinking it in further with each thrust. Brittany continued to scream in agony from the pain he was inflicting. What Brittany didn’t know was that her mother was in her bedroom, cuffed to her bed and gagged so she couldn’t say anything or do anything to intervene. She was crying uncontrollably at the sounds of her daughter’s anal rape.
Brittany’s only thoughts were of her missed opportunity to stop her rape. Again she just knew that when he was done raping her ass, he would take her cherry. It seemed like he fucked her ass forever but it was really only about ten minutes before she felt the hot spray of cum filling her intestines. She had tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed, staring at her rapist with growing hatred.
When Brittany’s rapist pulled out, he stepped up to her face and grabbed her hair, pulling it hard. When she opened her mouth to scream, he forced his shit covered cock into her mouth. All he said was “Clean it.”
Brittany knew she didn’t have any choice so she closed her mouth around it and started sucking on the filthy cock. She sucked it as hard as she could, in order to keep him from punishing her any more. She thanked her lucky stars that he didn’t seem to be getting hard enough to fuck her again. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his now clean cock out of her mouth. As soon as he let go, Brittany curled up in a fetal position again and began to cry. Her rapist slapped her on the ass and said, “Tomorrow night, we take that last cherry from you. You know what they say. Always save the best for last.”
Brittany listened to her rapist laugh as if he heard the funniest joke. This made Brittany furious. She let that laugh fuel her anger. How could the asshole rape her and then laugh about it afterward. She decided then and there that ‘NO WAY WAS HE GOING TO GET HER CHERRY’.
She knew what to expect now. She knew that tomorrow would be just like today. She would be ready. She again spent the day rehearsing what she would do when he came for her. She didn’t even try being sociable with anyone. She stayed in her room and rehearsed. She wanted her reactions to be as strong and quick as possible. She didn’t want a single doubt or hesitation to impede her reaction.
That evening, her mother’s boyfriend found something to be mad at her over. He made her strip and get in position to whip her in front of her mother and brother. He made no bones about feeling up her tits and cunt in between strikes of his belt. Neither her mother nor brother said anything. Brittany was afraid he would take her cherry right there in front of them. If that happened, she would have no chance at all to fight back. She didn’t have what she needed there. All of her preparation had been in her room.
After about twenty five swats with the belt, Brittany’s rapist, her mother’s boyfriend, finally quit and sent her crying and sobbing to her room. When she entered her room she closed the door and leaned back against it for a moment as she worked to stifle her sobs. She knew she had to be fully in control if she would be able to fend off the asshole when he came in and she knew he would be in eventually. After getting away with fondling her in front of her mother without repercussion, she was sure that he would be there soon to finish the job.
Brittany took a deep breath as she quickly got her crying under control. She let her hatred build and her determination grow. She would not let him distract her this time. She was ready. She didn’t care how good something felt, he was not getting her cherry. That was the one thing that she would fight to the death to prevent anyone from taking. She went over to her bed and got ready. She had worked herself up into an almost uncontrollable rage now. She was ready for whatever he did. There was nothing he could do short of knocking her out totally to take her cherry. Not if she had anything to do with it.
Brittany wasn’t disappointed. It wasn’t even five minutes before her door opened and closed. She didn’t flinch or try to see who it was. She recognized his foul smell the minute he came in the room. She firmed her resolve and waited, ready to strike at the most opportune time. She did act like she was sobbing though, so that he would not suspect anything was amiss.
Brittany listened as her rapist stripped out of his clothes. She didn’t even flinch when he got up on the bed. Nor did she react when he grabbed her shoulder and rolled her onto her back. She concentrated on keeping her right hand on the bed and under the sheet. She was ready as she let him begin to paw her tits and feel her pussy as he did the day before. She concentrated on her task at hand which was to prevent this asshole from taking her cherry. She acted like she was getting excited, though she was far from it. Her rage was too high to allow her to feel any joy from the stimulation.
Brittany’s act was successful. Her asshole rapist thought that she was excited and ready to the point she would be unable to resist as happened yesterday. He reached down and grabbed his cock. He planted his left hand on the bed next to her right ear to support himself. It was at the very moment that he started to place his cock at the entrance to her virgin cunt that Brittany finally acted.
Brittany’s actions were swift and practiced. Her right hand quickly came out from under the sheet it had been under. She had a very sharp butcher knife in her hand. With practiced ease she quickly brought it between their bodies and slashed at the juncture where his cock joined with his body. It all happened so fast that her rapist didn’t know what happened until he felt the blood flowing all over his hand. In the few seconds between the cut and the ensuing realization that he was bleeding, Brittany scooted out from under him and against the headboard. She had the knife in front of her ready to stab him if he tried anything.
Brittany’s rapist looked at his bleeding cock in stunned silence for a moment and then looked at Brittany with eyes wide in alarm. He saw the butcher knife and he also saw the look of cold satisfaction and hatred in her eyes. That all took a very few seconds. He finally realized if he didn’t stop the bleeding, he would be a goner. He rushed out of her bedroom. Brittany listened in satisfaction as he yelled at her mother to take him to the hospital. She heard the panic and fear in his voice as he yelled. She now knew how to keep the asshole away. She would never be without that butcher knife for a second when they were in the house together.
Brittany fully expected the police to come and take her away for attacking her mother’s boyfriend with a knife. She didn’t know or care what the consequences of her actions would be. She only knew that her cherry was safe for the time being. She knew that she would be the one that decided who got her cherry and when. She learned that she could take control of things and make them work in her favor. Control was what it was all about. She promised herself then that she would always be in control, no matter what. Any boy that she decided to bed would do so under her terms or pay the price. That was the beginning of Brittany’s process of turning into the monster she became.
The ensuing days brought a nervous calm to the Young household. Brittany carried the butcher knife around with her in plain view. Whenever anyone pissed her off, she would just raise the pointed end toward them and give them a questioning look while brandishing it in the air. No one dared to bother her. Not even her mother’s boyfriend. He was still in the house but he had quieted down quite a bit and he didn’t try anything with Brittany.
It was about a week later that Brittany got a big surprise. Her mother stayed home from work one day. She made Brittany get dressed in her best dress. It was a bit tight and daring but it was the most conservative outfit she had. Her mother loaded her in the car and drove her several towns over. When the passed through some very ornate gates she began to wonder what was going on. She noticed the sign at the front of the building they were pulling up in front of. She quickly read it and smiled. It said, ‘Saint Catherine’s School for Girls’
Her mother turned towards her and said, “Honey, I know what you did to my bo was in self-defense. I don’t blame you in the least bit. I would have left him a long time ago if I’d have known what he was like but he has too much on me to be able to do that now. Last Friday, your father sent me his first child support check. It was just enough to cover your tuition, room and board here. I thought you would be happier, and safer here than at home with that asshole. Forgive me for not being strong enough to stop him.
Brittany took her mother in a bone crushing hug. She said, “I know that he beats you nightly. I know you think you can’t do anything about it but remember that you can take control like I did and get rid of him. Until then, I am happy to go to school here so that I don’t have to put up with him.”
Her mother sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes as she said, “Go on into the head office and ask for Sister Ann. She will be the one who will enroll you. They will make sure you have the clothing you need for the school. You have to wear uniforms here. Be a good girl, study hard and do something with yourself.”
Brittany got out of the car and that began a new chapter in her life. She quickly got settled in. She didn’t make friends right away. It was about a month into school when she made friends with three girls. They seemed to be outcasts like she was. With her new found resolve to be in control, she was sitting in the lunch room one day and invited them to sit with her. None of them had really known each other before that day.
The first was Ann, a 9th grader a year ahead of her. She was new to the school as Brittany was. Her parents had sent her there because she kept getting into trouble at her other school. The second was Lorraine or Rainey as she liked to be called. She was also a 9th grader and was in her second year at the school. She had refused to make any friends the year before. She had been sure she could convince her parents to let her go back to her previous school so she never tried and rebuffed everyone that approached her to try and be friends. When her parents forced her to return to Saint Catherine’s this year, she finally came to the realization that she had better make some friends or she would become very lonely. So when Brittany invited her to sit with her she was fully ready to make friends. The third and final one was another 8th grader like Brittany. Her name was Katrina. She was also new this year. She was another one that her parents put her in the school because of discipline problems at her previous school.
They soon became fast friends. They talked about everything under the sun and shared how they came to be at St. Catherine’s. They all gasped at the story Brittany shared with them. They couldn’t believe that she was able to get the better of a huge man like she did. They all agreed that it was better to control what happens than to be controlled. The two that had been trouble makers, had actually been bullies at their previous schools. They began to plot and design how they could make the other girls afraid of doing anything to upset them.
That’s where the status of things was at when the Thanksgiving break arrived. The girls had done a lot of talking but hadn’t really put anything into action yet. Brittany had been the main reason for that. She didn’t like the idea of bullying other kids and kept trying to talk the others out of doing it.
It was the morning of Thanksgiving when Brittany’s mom picked her up so that she would be home for the long weekend. She really wanted to see her brother again. They hadn’t been real close but she did miss him. The last couple of months together had pushed them closer than ever before.
When Brittany ran into their apartment she immediately noticed the change in her brother Paul. What she saw brought her to a dead stop in the hallway. She remembered her brother being a shy but confident boy of sixteen. He didn’t like to socialize much because of his shyness but he kept himself clean and focused on his studies. He was a classic nerd who knew that in the long run he would be successful at what ever he wanted to do and didn’t need anything from anyone else to motivate him.
What Brittany saw before her was a filthy boy who had sad beleaguered eyes. He had a passive and almost vacant stare to him. When she went to give him a hug, she almost puked because of the stench. It was as if he hadn’t taken a bath for several weeks. Her imagination wasn’t far from the truth either. Brittany pushed herself away from him and asked in a whispered tone, “What happened to you?”
Paul looked at her sadly and answered, “I’ll tell you after we go to bed. The asshole has to work the night shift tonight so we can talk without fear of him coming in on us. Brittany just shook her head in agreement and leaned in whispering in her ear, “I’ll come to your room about eleven. Do me a favor and take a bath. You stink to high heaven.”
Paul smiled and said, “I’ll do it for you only because that asshole is gone. I’ll explain later. Welcome home.”
Paul turned around sadly and walked away. Brittany was very sad at what had happened to her brother and rightfully put the blame on her mother’s boyfriend. She let that fuel her anger at him. She went up to her room and found the butcher knife she had hidden in her secret spot in her room. She wasn’t going to take any chances. She still had her cherry and intended to keep it that way.
That night, Brittany snuck into Paul’s room at 11:00 pm as she promised. She found Paul lying on his bed on his stomach with his head buried in his arms. Brittany could have sworn that he was crying but didn’t say anything. She backed out of the room without him noticing and then knocked on the door to try and give him enough warning to compose himself. It was a few long moments later that she finally heard a soft ‘Come in’.
Brittany reopened the door and stepped in, closing and locking the door behind her. She saw Paul’s bloodshot eyes and knew that he had been crying for sure. She immediately went up to him and hugged him asking, “Tell me what’s wrong. What changed you?”
Paul sat down on the bed pulling Brittany down to sit down beside him. He told her, “When you left to go away to school, that asshole turned his attention on me. The very night you left he came into my room and woke me up out of a sound sleep by slapping me and punching me. I didn’t have a chance to do anything. I was so surprised and dazed that I was only barely lucid. The next thing I know he was pinching my nose so I couldn’t breathe. When I opened my mouth to take a breath, he forced his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I redoubled my efforts to get away but he just punched me hard on my temple. I was only half aware of him fucking my throat until he came. When he was done he slapped me on the ass and told me that he was going to fuck my ass the next night. I was lucky to be able to talk one of my friends into letting me stay over for the night but his parents wouldn’t let me stay for more than one. The day afterwards when I got home from school, the asshole was waiting for me. As soon as I walked into the door, he punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. He proceeded to rip my jeans and under wear off, none to gently. I was screaming for him to get away from me and started kicking at him. I even managed to land a kick to his head which momentarily stunned him. But all that did was make him madder. I tried to run out of the room but he just managed to get his hand around my ankle as he dove to trip me up. I fell and hit my head on the stairs which stunned me. Then he kicked me in the balls. I screamed in agony from the pain and curled up in a fetal position. The next thing I knew, he had picked me up and set me down on my knees, still in the fetal position. He then rammed his rampant cock into my ass without any preparation at all. I screamed bloody murder from the agony and fire in my ass. He fucked me for what seemed like hours but I’m sure it was only a few minutes. I was so humiliated by what he was doing I couldn’t stand it. I cried silently the whole time. I’m not gay and hated every second of it. When he finally came up my ass and pulled out, I tried to run up the stairs to my room but he caught me by my foot and dragged me over to the coffee table. He forced me to kneel down at one end and lay down over the top of the table. Before I knew what was happening I was tied to the table and couldn’t get up if I wanted to. After he had me tied up he fucked me again. It wasn’t as painful as the first time but I still hated it. After that he sat on the couch and watched TV with his feet propped up on my back.”
Suk looked at Angie as tears came to her eyes looking for a reprieve from having to tell the tale. She had always been horrified by what her brother had told her had happened next. She had always blamed herself for not being there for him when he needed her. But Angie looked at her sternly and without saying a word nodded her head for Suk to continue.
Suk (Brittany) continued telling the story with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Her brother continued to tell her what happened.” He said, “After a few minutes break and drinking a couple of beers, mom’s boyfriend whistled for his dog to come in. Bruno came bounding into the room. He went up to that asshole and let him pet him for a few moments. He got an evil smile on his face and grabbed the dog’s collar, pulling him behind me. I tried to get loose but I was tied too tightly to the coffee table to be able to move. I soon felt the dog licking at my ass and balls. He did that for a few moments and then without warning I felt his heavy weight land on my back. I begged and pleaded for him to get the dog off of me but when I looked back I saw him reach under the dog and stroke his cock which was growing more massive with each stroke. The next thing I knew, I felt that cock pushed against my sore and already abused asshole. I screamed in agony as the dog instinctively thrust his cock forward and sank it half way up my ass. The big mutt then began to fuck me over and over again. I just gave up at that point. There was nothing I could do so I just closed my eyes and silently cried as the dog fucked my aching ass. It was just as the dog began to force his knot into my ass, with me screaming bloody murder, when we heard the car pull up in the driveway. I was elated at that point because I just knew that mom would put a stop to what was going on. Before I heard the car door close though, he had stepped in front of me, lifted my head by the hair and ordered me to open my mouth and suck his cock. He forced his cock into my mouth immediately when I opened it. He began to fuck my throat with a passion while the dog howled as he sunk his knot into my ass and started cumming. My guts felt as if they were on fire. That’s exactly what mom found when she entered the apartment. I heard a gasp of surprise but that was it. No protest or anything. She just ignored what was going on and went to the kitchen with the bags of groceries she had. That had to be the most devastating thing she could have done. It was as if what he was doing to me was perfectly all right with her. That’s when I knew that I couldn’t do anything to stop him so I decided to quit trying. I also knew that I couldn’t stand it if he kept doing things like this to me so I made the decision then and there that I wouldn’t take a bath again as long as he was in the house. I thought that if I smelled bad enough he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me and he might quit fucking me. After the dog pulled out, he fucked me in the ass two more times that evening before it was time for bed. By that time my ass was totally sore and I cried myself to sleep. That was also when I committed myself to my plan to quit taking baths. That first couple of weeks was horrible and I was fucked several times a day. I thought seriously about committing suicide but then I thought that you would come home and he would get at you. I was sure then that the reason you were sent away to school was to protect you from that asshole. Unfortunately mom could only afford to send you to that private school. Well to make a long story short, after a couple of weeks, my rebellion against taking baths started to pay off and the number of times I got fucked by that asshole went down to once every week or two instead of multiple times a day. The problem was that at school, I also lost all of my friends. None of them even tried to find out what was wrong, they just quit asking me to do things with them and when I would join them, they would make excuses to get away as quick as possible. That was very hard to take but I tried to put on a good front. Then to add insult to injury, yesterday I asked Karen Peters to the harvest dance on Friday. She didn’t just say no, she said, ‘I wouldn’t go out with a filthy Cretan like you if my life depended on it. Go back to the pig sty you came from and leave me alone.’ Then she turned away and walked off without even letting me say anything.”
Paul started crying then. It was too much for him. Brittany knew he had been crushing on Karen for a long time. It took him a lot of guts to even get up the nerve to ask her to the dance and then for her to shoot him down like that without even trying to find out what was going on with him was unforgivable. Brittany hated Karen in that instant for what she did and swore she would get even with her if she ever got a chance. She also decided that her brother needed some loving attention to let him know that he wasn’t gay or anything like that.
Once Brittany made her decision, she acted immediately. She dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped Paul’s pants and pulled his cock out. Paul started to protest but Brittany wouldn’t have that. As soon as his cock was out of his pants, she leaned forward and willingly took it into her mouth and began to suck him. This was the first cock she ever willingly sucked and it was making her excited. She felt a little guilty that her brother had to go through all of the pain and agony after she left. She thought that if she had stayed there at home, she would have been the one to get the abuse and not him. She felt that this was the only way to make it up to him and it allowed her to do it with someone she loved this time instead of her mother’s asshole boyfriend. She put all of her efforts into her blow job and even forced his cock all of the way down her throat as she had learned at her mother’s boyfriend’s hands. She soon had him cumming down her throat.
When she was sure he was done, Brittany stood up and hugged her brother and told him, “I’m sorry that you had to go through everything with that asshole. I promise that whenever you want, I’ll suck you off. It’s the least I can do for you taking the abuse that would have been intended for me.”
They hugged like that for a few minutes. When they broke up Brittany backed away from him and took his hand. She took him over to her closet and he watched as she moved a box in the back corner. She pulled up a board and pulled out the butcher knife she had carried around with her when she had been at home before. She turned and gave the knife to Paul and told him how she had tried to cut the asshole’s dick off when he tried to fuck her. She also told him that she always carried it around with her and it kept the guy from doing anything else with her.
When Paul started to protest that if he had the knife then he wondered how she could protect herself. Brittany reached into her pocket and pulled out a switchblade she had gotten from one of her new friends at school. She told him as she punched the release button so that the blade sprung forward from the end of the knife, “The next time he tries anything with me, he will get more than a little cut at the base of his dick. This thing is sharper than a razor blade.”
Paul took the butcher knife and began to carry it with him. Brittany felt that she at least had been able to help him with her mother’s boyfriend, but she still reaffirmed her intent to get at that stuck up bitch Karen for what she had done to him.
The rest of the weekend went by uneventfully. Their mother’s boyfriend never stopped in to visit. It seemed that he didn’t want to take a chance that Brittany might go after him with the knife again, even if he didn’t try anything with her. They actually had a nice quiet Thanksgiving dinner with their mother. Nothing was said about her boyfriend or any of the things that had been going on. Brittany really resented her for not being stronger and Paul hated her for allowing her boyfriend to do all of those things to him.
One of the lessons that Brittany learned from her brother’s tale was that if you were strong, then people couldn’t hurt you. That it was better to be on top and doing things to people than waiting around to let them do things to you. She decided that maybe her friends were right about the bullying. She didn’t decide to act then but did decide that if the opportunity presented itself to her, she would not hesitate to take advantage of it. She went back to school a changed girl.
When they went back to school, Brittany got together with her friends like they normally did. This time when the topic of bullying other girls came up, Brittany didn’t protest. Ann, Rainey and Katrina all took that as a green light and really stepped up their bullying.
It was a couple of weeks later that a girl named Diane came up to Brittany in tears. She begged, “I know you are friends with the girls that are picking on me. I can’t stand it any more. Could you help me and convince them not to pick on me anymore. Please!!!”
Brittany looked at the sniffling, blubbering girl and decided that this was a chance she couldn’t pass up. She asked, “What are you willing to do for me to get them to stop. I will be putting my friendship in jeopardy if I go against them. I’m not sure I want to lose my friends over something or should I say someone that I don’t know from a hill of beans.”
The girl blurted out, “I can’t stand it any more. I’d rather kill myself than go on living with the torture they keep putting me through. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Brittany smiled and then said, “Okay, this weekend when we have the afternoon off on Saturday, we are going to go to the mall and you are going to take something for me. I’ve wanted it for a long time. If you do that for me then I will talk to my friends.”
Diane gasped and said, “But that’s stealing. I can’t steal something. I could get into trouble if I get caught.”
Brittany smiled and said, “Okay then. That’s my deal, take it or leave it.”
Brittany turned and started to walk away when Diane reached out and grabbed her arm. She looked down at the ground and whispered just loud enough for Brittany to hear, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Brittany turned back to Diane and said, “Why do you think I haven’t done it yet. I needed someone to help. I’ll create a distraction while you go in and you take it, that way we can all get what we want. But if you get caught, you are on your own. Don’t even try and blame me. I’ll be long gone by that point. But you do this for me; I’ll make sure that you never have to worry about them bullying you again.”
Brittany made arrangements with Diane to go the mall that Saturday. Brittany borrowed a digital camera from Katrina that day with promises that it would be worth it when she was done. Ann was able to get the other thing she wanted from her brother who was a pyromaniac. She didn’t tell them anything else. She did promise that she would reveal all later that evening.
At the mall there was a store that sold antiques and collectables. On display on the counter next to the cashier was a small dagger that had a jewel encrusted sheath on it. There was a sign that said, ‘$700.00’. The problem was that it was in the line of sight of the cash register at all times. When they first got into the mall, they went into the store like regular customers to case the place and determine the best place for Diane to hide without being noticed. When they found a large curtain that she could stand behind without being seen, Brittany reminded her of the signal. That it would be about an hour before it went off and that all she had to do was stay hidden until then and then grab the dagger on the way out of the store when the time came. Brittany then left her and placed the device that Ann had given her from her brother. She put it in a corner of the store farther back from where Diane was and set the timer for 45 minutes. She then left the store without the person at the cash register noticing anything amiss.
When the timer went off, the package that Brittany had placed started smoking terribly. The device was a smoke bomb designed to smoke without burning and would cause no damage to any of the merchandise. It would provide a distraction to the clerk and provide cover for Diane so the security cameras wouldn’t pick them up. The area of the store where Diane was hidden and where she placed the smoke bomb didn’t have a camera. The single camera in the store focused on the cash register and didn’t look into the store far beyond that. They figured that if someone took something, they would have to pass the cashiers counter to get out. What they didn’t count on was that there would be smoke to keep it from videoing the counter.
Diane watched as the smoke billowed out and quickly filled the store. The clerk at the counter grabbed a fire extinguisher and rushed to the back of the store. As soon as she passed heading to the back of the store, Diane dashed in the opposite direction towards the front. She went up to the counter and grabbed the dagger and on out of the store. What she didn’t know was that Brittany was outside of the entrance and taking pictures. The smoke wasn’t quite thick enough to prevent the digital camera from getting decent, if cloudy pictures of Diane taking the knife. The actual picture taking the dagger was difficult to make out but the ones as Diane exited became clearer and Diane could definitely be identified in them as the same girl that took the dagger. Diane rushed out of the store along with several other customers and headed toward the food court. She was so focused on getting away she didn’t see Brittany taking the pictures.
Brittany went to their agreed upon meeting place in the food court. When she got there, Diane was looking nervously around. When she saw Brittany she visibly relaxed but still looked nervously around like she expected the cops to come get her at any time. Brittany sat down and said, “Quit looking so nervous or they will know that you did something wrong. Let’s go out the entrance here and catch the bus back to the school. Then you can give me what I want and I will give you what you want.”
Brittany got up and went to the burger bar and got a couple of cokes. She gave one to Diane and then they turned and left the exit of the mall right there at the food court. They went up to the bus stop and waited. As they waited, police cars and fire trucks came tearing into the mall. The bus arrived moments later and they were on their way back to school.
Later that night Brittany had Diane come to their room. She had Ann, Rainey and Katrina there with her. She had downloaded the pictures onto the computer and had them rotating though the series on the screen. When Diane came in, Brittany had her sit at the desk and restarted the series. Diane watched as a picture of a person taking the dagger popped up. She couldn’t tell from the picture that it was her because of the smoke but she knew it was. She knew instinctively what was coming next. Her jaw dropped open in surprise as a series of pictures popped up, each one clearer until she could see a full face shot from the side as she left the store. There was no doubt that it was her that took the dagger. She closed her eyes and tears started streaming down them. She just knew that her situation had gone from bad to worse.
Diane turned to look at Brittany. Brittany saw the look of terror and realization in her eyes. She said, “Diane, I promised you that I would stop the teasing in exchange for you getting that dagger for me, isn’t that correct?”
Diane quietly said “Yes”.
Brittany continued and looking at her three friends and said, “Do you three promise to quit teasing her and making her life miserable?”
Katrina spoke up for the three of them in a teasing manner ending with an almost baby talk, “Based on our agreement, yes we do. We will find some other victim to focus on and leave poor little Diane alone.”
Brittany looked back at Diane and then asked, “See there. I kept my promise and they will keep theirs. Now did I live up to my end of the bargain?”
Diane quietly shook her head yes but she knew that there was more to it. She looked up at Brittany and asked hesitantly, “B…b…but what about the pictures.”
Brittany smiled evilly and said, “Well, those pictures are going to ensure that you are going to keep on doing whatever I want you to. If you don’t, they will find their way to the police. I’m sure they would want to find the person that stole a $700.00 dagger from that store. Now what is it going to be? Are you going to be my little slave, never having to worry about my friends again, or do I send the pictures to the police?”
Diane was crying with full body sobs now. She just knew that her life was ruined. She quietly whispered out, “I’ll do what you want.”
Brittany got an evil grin on her face and said, “We’ll see just how much you mean that. Now strip.”
Diane’s head snapped up and looked at Brittany with surprise. She saw the determined look in Brittany’s eyes and that was enough for her to know that she had no choice. With shaking hands she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse that she was wearing. It took her several minutes to completely strip but when she was finally naked, she stood there with an arm over her tits and a hand in front of her cunt.
Brittany ordered, “Get your hands down to your sides bitch. This is how you will be dressed from now on when you are in this room. As soon as you enter, you take everything off. Now get on your knees bitch. We need to teach you your proper place.
Diane got on her knees, her arms still hanging down to her sides and she looked at Brittany. Brittany stepped up to her and slapped her. She yelled, “Don’t look at me bitch. I am your fucking mistress and I don’t want you looking at me or my friends unless one of us tells you otherwise. Now clasp your arms behind your back and sit back on your heels. From now on, after you enter this room, you will strip and kneel just inside the door. If no one else is here then you will wait there for one of us to return. If one of us is here you will wait there until we order you to do something else. Do you understand?”
Diane shook her head yes. Brittany stepped up to her and slapped her again sending Diane into crying fits. Brittany yelled, “You will say yes mistress or no mistress any time you are asked a question. Shaking your head isn’t an answer and will get you slapped every time. No do you understand?”
Diane looked down at the floor and answered, “Yes Mistress”.
Brittany looked at her and said, “Get over here and take off my panties. I want you to lick my cunt while I explain your new life to you.”
Diane started to get up but was rewarded with a slap to the head. Brittany said, “I didn’t tell you to get up. You don’t stand unless I tell you. Crawl over here and do as you are told.”
Diane got on all fours and crawled over to Brittany. She looked up just enough to see what she was doing and reached up to pull Brittany’s panties off. Ann, Rainey and Katrina were all staring in amazement that Diane was actually doing what she was being told. They watched as she dropped the panties aside and then ducked her head under Brittany’s skirt. When they saw Brittany’s face turn to one of ecstasy, they knew she was doing what Brittany had ordered.
Brittany then began to lay down the law. She said, “From now on you will call me Mistress Brittany, Ann is Mistress Ann, then Mistress Rainey and finally Mistress Katrina. You will obey them like you obey me. If you have two conflicting orders, you will obey mine first. If it is from two of them that conflict you will have to choose the one to obey and hope it is the right one. I will be the one who decides, not them. You are my slave now and my word is god to you. If I want you to do my homework you do it. If I want you to suck me off then you’ll do it. You will do anything I want you to do without argument or I will turn those pictures over to the police. You will not talk to anyone about this. You will also help us with other girls. My friends and I have decided that we want more stupid cunts like you to be our slaves. So you will tell everyone how I made them quit picking on you. You will then bring them to me so that I can help them out like I helped you. Anything I want you will do and do happily my little cunt lapper. Do you understand me?”
Diane pulled away from Brittany’s cunt long enough to answer ‘Yes Mistress’ and went back to licking Brittany’s cunt. When she had brought Brittany off a couple of times she was made to do Ann, then Rainey and finally Katrina until they each had a couple of orgasms. By the last one, Diane was sufficiently broken. Any self esteem that she had left had been totally squashed by the continued abuse. It was approaching lights out and Brittany ordered, “I have a room to myself right now. You will go down to the Head Mistress’ office tomorrow and request a new room assignment. I don’t care what excuse you use, but you convince them that you want to be my roommate. If you fail, I will send those pictures off to the police. Do you understand my sweet little bitch?”
Diane shook her head yes. The next day Diane did exactly that and was assigned as Brittany’s roommate. From that point on, she slept in bed with Brittany. Brittany took every opportunity she could to molest Diane in bed.
Over the rest of the school year, Brittany and the three other girls were able to use similar methods to enslave 20 girls. The first four after Diane were Ginger, Patti, Vicky and Roma. They were all enslaved to Brittany but forced to obey the others. Ginger was made to swap rooms with Ann’s roommate. Patti had to change rooms with Rainey’s roommate and Vicky was made to swap with Katrina’s. Roma was made to sneak out of her room after bed check and sneak into one of the four girls’ room. She would learn which room by a note slid under the door with a number written on it. That way her roommate wouldn’t know what was going on.
They were all blackmailed into submission by having their pictures taken while stealing something. As time went on, they had their pictures taken while in a 69 with one of the other enslaved girls. As Brittany and her gang tightened their control over the other girls, they began to make plans for the summer. They each decided to take five girls each and arrange for them to lose their virginity over the summer. Brittany insisted on taking Diane, Ginger, Patti, Vicky and Roma.
They arranged for the girls to visit her over the week after July 4th. Brittany had arranged for several boys in the neighborhood to meet her at the local sand lot where they played ball. They had just met there when they heard a lot of noise and screaming coming from the direction of Keplar’s Meats. Brittany motioned for all of them to follow her. When she saw Karen being fucked by one of Keplar’s dogs, she knew she had to get involved. She was going to get her revenge on Karen. That’s when Brittany was first exposed to the organization. After she met Karen’s master. When Karen’s abuse at Keplar’s Meats was over she explained to Darrell what Karen had done to Paul and how she wanted revenge for what she had done. That was one of the main reasons that Darrell allowed Brittany to be the main one to torture Karen at her parties.
Suk turned to Angie and said, “The rest of the story you know. Are you happy now mistress?”
Angie smiled and answered, “I think I understand better why you did what you did. You were fortunate that the asshole your mother was dating didn’t turn you into his sex slave like he did your mother. I bet he was in the organization, wasn’t he?”
Suk answered, “Yes he was. I met him a few months after Karen’s Party. I had incurred such favor with the organization that I was able to have his membership revoked. He ended up being hunted, along with my mother unfortunately. No one wanted to buy her because he had fucked her up so badly from all of his abuse. That’s when Paul and Brittany were adopted by Karen’s parents. It was only fitting that they were made their children while Karen was being turned into a very obedient sex slave. Brittany thought that was true justice. Only now does Brittany realize that she let her hatred of what Karen did to Paul blind her to the fact that Karen was being abused as she had been. That Karen was as much a victim as she was. Brittany now regrets what happened. She knows there is no way to change it, but by being Karen’s slave now she hopes that she can at least make amends.
Angie said, “I doubt that you can ever do enough to make up for what you did to Karen and the rest of us. You deserve everything you have coming to you. Now lie down and go to sleep while I go check on Karen.”
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