POOR AMY

Chapter 1

Amy stood, as she had so many times in the past year, tearfully naked and trembling, her arms wrapped behind her neck, awaiting whatever punishment her “parents” would decide to bestow. Her situation was probably unlike 99 percent of the other kids in the world. These weren’t really her parents. The woman sitting on the couch glaring at her was her dead father’s second wife and the man happily ensconced in his easy chair, scowling at her as his eyes roamed over her nubile body, was her step-mother’s third husband, who had married her only weeks after Amy’s father had died. And to tie the package up into a neat little ball, sitting next to his mother, gloating with an insipid smile, was her step-mother’s 14-year-old son, Robby.

Amy was an attractive girl, and many of the boys at school had tried to get a date with her, but she had never been allowed to mingle with other kids in school, with the threat of a beating if she disobeyed. As often as she was punished, as it was, she didn’t dare disobey orders. She was a bit thin for her age, partially due to the frequent number of times she had been denied one meal or another, as additional punishment to any spanking or whipping she received. Her nubile body stood out even more when she was naked because she was so seldom out in the sun, and her skin was almost alabaster in the harsh light from the ceiling light above her. In spite of all this, her hips had a nice turn to them and her breasts, though small and still growing, stood out from her chest, partially because she had unusually large pink nipples for her breast size.   

Amy had turned 16 in August, shortly before she found out that her “parents” had decided that she would no longer be going to high school, that she would be ‘home-schooled’, instead. Robby continued to go to middle school, while Amy’s home-schooling had, so far, consisted of learning to cook, clean the house, make the beds, and generally perform anything the three of them decided needed to be done around the house.

So far, Robby had, fortunately, been forbidden to punish, fondle or touch her, except for an occasional poke or grab when no one was looking. That all changed one afternoon in the fall, after Robby had returned from school and Amy had completed her housework for the time being. Robby was passing through the dining room, and, seeing Amy leaning over the table, ran his hand between Amy’s legs when they were alone. Amy, thinking to put such actions to rest in a hurry, yelled “Stop that!” They were immediately called into the living room by Susan, her step-mother and asked what had happened. Amy, desiring to get her step-brother in trouble smugly pointed out that Robby had run his fingers under her panties.

Susan, instead of admonishing Robby, ordered Amy to remove her panties. Shocked, Amy stood tall and asked why.  Susan abruptly leapt to her feet and slapped Amy across the face sufficiently hard to cause tears to well up in her eyes.  She drew back her hand to repeat the slap, if necessary.

“When I give you an order, you don’t question me, do you understand?”

“Yyyesss, Ma’am. But I don’t understand why I have to…”

SLAP!  “Don’t ask why, girl. Just for that, remove every stitch. It’s time we decided where you stand around here. You’re on the bottom rung, and, if you don’t start obeying orders that rung is gonna sink down faster and faster. Now, strip!”

Amy’s eyes searched her step-father Guy’s eyes for assistance, only to find a leering grin peering back at her.  Slowly she began to remove her blouse, taking almost ten seconds to remove each button from its button-hole.

“If those clothes aren’t totally off in thirty seconds, you’re in for a lot worse than I’d planned, Missy!”

The tears were now streaming down Amy’s face, as she raced to finish disrobing. Robby, chortling, sat on the couch to watch as the naked girl finally removed her socks and crouched with her hands appropriately covering her crotch and breasts.

“Stand tall, girl and put your hands behind your back!”

Totally embarrassed , Amy obediently slid her hands back behind her, still crouching slightly trying to slip one leg before the other in order to keep her slightly haired crotch hidden.

“I said, stand tall, Amy. You’re just adding to your punishment by trying to avoid my instructions.”

Suddenly Guy’s voice boomed out as he leaned forward for a better look.  “Wait a minute, Doll. Before you start punishing her, I need to take a look. Move over here, girl.”

Amy hesitantly stepped forward a few steps, still a number of feet from Guy’s beckoning finger. “I said get over here, you stupid twat.” Amy had seen the word on a piece of paper at school and knew what it meant, but no one had ever said it out loud in her presence. She finally moved over to stand next to Guy.

She was suddenly astonished to feel his fingers running roughly between her legs. She closed her eyes in shame, as the tears raced down her face. Guy’s hand slid back and forth over her lightly hair-covered slit, seductively inserting his finger between her budding labia as his hand moved insistently over her previously unviolated sex. As he continued to fondle and slide his enquiring fingers over her vagina, he finally spoke.

“This twat’s got way too much hair on it. From now on, girl, I want you to shave it every couple of days and we’ll have surprise inspections now and then to make sure you do. Robby, after she gets her punishment, I want you to take her upstairs and shave every hair off this cunt.”

Robby’s eyes lit up as though he’d just been given the keys to the kingdom, and he tried to deepen his voice as he responded.

“Sure thing, Dad!”

“Now get back over there so your Mom can teach you how to behave.”

Amy slowly stepped back to face Susan, and, forgetting her previous instructions, placed both hands over her budding sex.

Like a striking snake, Susan’s hand shot forward to slap Amy’s face, this time hard enough to turn the young girl’s head far to the right.

“Hands away from your cunt, cunt! If I have to tell you again, I’ll tie them behind your back! ... And stand up straight.”  

Amy finally pulled herself up to her full height, now forced to bring her leg back even with the other, thus presenting her near-naked vaginal slit to the eager eyes of her ‘step-brother’.

“Now then, show me what Robby supposedly did to you.”

“Ssshoww you?”

“YOU”RE NOT HARD OF HEARING, ARE YOU?”

“NNNoo Ma’am, but I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Robby, get up and show me what she thinks you did.” Delighted, Robby jumped up and ran to stand behind Amy.

“Well, Mom, she was standing, leaning with her elbows on the table, reading a magazine. I was passing by and patted her on the back, like this, only she had her legs spread much wider.”

“Spread your legs, girl. And then….”

“Then she said, ‘don’t you rub my pussy like that. Stop that!’ and I didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“What did you think she meant, Robby?”

”I thought she was accusing me of rubbing my hand across her slit, like this, like Dad just did.” Robby, deliberately, smiling like the Cheshire cat, moved his hand behind Amy’s back and ran his fingers underneath, back and forth over Amy’s pouty fat labia. Amy jerked up in surprise but could tell from the glare on Susan’s face that she had best not take any action.

“But all you did was pat her on the back, right?”

“That’s right, Mom”

“NNnnooo, he’s lying.”

“Having heard you lie over and over again, I’m inclined to think you’re the one who’s lying, you little slut. I know you’re not fond of Robby, and you were hoping to get him in trouble. Well, you’re the one in trouble now! Climb on that coffee table on your hands and knees. Robby take your belt off and hand it to me. This little girl is about to get the beating of her life.”

Amy looked at Susan in startled amazement, standing as she had, legs still wide apart, feeling even more naked after Robby’s swipe at her love-cleft. This changed quickly, as Susan moved over to grab the teen’s arm and yank her over to the coffee table, forcing her down onto her elbows and knees. Poor Amy, even with the tears dripping off her face onto the coffee table, looked like the lascivious slut she was being accused of being, with her butt sticking lewdly up in the air and her nicely developing titties dangling and twitching before the eyes of her tormentors.  

“Now stick that ass way up in the air. Make a good target for me.”

The sobbing teen-ager made a half-hearted attempt to raise her buttocks up a little higher.

“I said raise that ass, girl.”  She followed her remark with three rapid hard smacks across the fleshy expanse of bare ass-cheeks. With a slight scream, Amy raised her hips a bit higher in the air. Robby handed his belt to his Mom and thus began a ten minute exhibition of violent and painful whipping of leather meeting Amy’s sensitive butt flesh.

Swish, SMACK!

Swish, SMACK!

The first few times the strap struck Amy’s flesh, she was able to muffle her outbursts, keeping her mouth shut so that the sounds came out as little squeaks, emanating from her nose. But, as the blows became harder and began hitting the same area over and over again, Amy’s resolve to suffer in silence started to turn to screams and unheeded pleas for mercy.

“OOOOHHHHHH< GGGGodddd, please, it hurrrrts.  PPPPLllease, nooooo moooore!”

Susan was in no mood to relent, however, and, as she saw the belt leaving red stripes across most of Amy’s tormented buttocks, her sadistic nature became inflamed. Soon the belt was moving up and down her victim’s thighs and back up to scourge the already crimson cheeks of her behind. White stripes of raised flesh began to appear here and there as Susan neared her fiftieth strike.

As anxious as Guy and Robby were to watch the effects of the belt smashing over Amy’s tortured flesh, their eyes kept returning to Amy’s undulating breasts, which twisted and spun salaciously on her chest. Her reasonably well-developed nipples danced about as if inviting the males to latch onto them for a healthy suck.

After she had made contact between the belt and Amy’s now battered backside nearly sixty times, Susan’s arm began to weary, and she dropped the belt and sat in her recliner chair with a vigorous sigh. Amy wanted so badly to rub her aching buttocks, but knew from past experience that she was not allowed to do so until given permission. To compensate slightly, she began rocking back and forth, which only set her hanging boobs to dancing more lasciviously than before.

After over a minute of her gyrating unintentionally seductive rocking, Guy finally ordered Robby to take Amy upstairs to have her slit shaved. Delighted, Robby jumped to his feet, and, grabbing Amy’s arm pulled her off the table, coaxing her upstairs. Amy, who might normally have tried to balk at what the indignation of having her younger “brother” perform such an intimate act on her person docilely allowed herself to be escorted up the stairs.

As they left the room, Guy and Susan smiled to each other as though they had just broken the record for the four minute mile. Guy’s trousers had a definite lump in the crotch area, and they both knew they had an evening of unbridled sex awaiting them in the privacy of their bedroom.

Chapter 2

As he pushed the naked weeping Amy up the stairs, Robby could not get over his new-found luck. Up to now he had been forbidden to touch his ‘sister’ in any way sexual, and now he was being ordered to take her upstairs to shave her pussy. Life was definitely improving!

He pushed Amy into his bedroom, which had an adjoining bath and ordered her to lie on his king-size bed. He hurried to get his razor, which he had not used yet, due to the lack of hair growth on his face, a warm cup of water, the can of shaving cream, a wet washcloth and a towel. When he returned to the bedroom, he ordered Amy to lift her legs above her and grasp them with her hands behind the knees. When she had done so, he stood for a moment looking down at the gash that appeared between her legs.

“Spread ‘em!” With a quiet sob, Amy proceeded to separate her legs, until she could barely still grasp them. The sight before Robby’s eyes was the closest thing to Nirvana he’d ever seen. Amy’s pudgy outer lips had separated enough that he could now see her inner lips, which in their immaturity stayed closely together, and he was looking at the whole shebang from her little pink rosebud all the way up to the top of the slit. WOW!

Robby knelt on the floor close to the bed, so that his face was only half a foot from the object of his affection. A slight sweet smell wafted up from her open cleft. Robby swept the damp cloth over the area, and Amy sighed as the warmth covered her most private area. Soon she felt the cream being applied, and it, too, made her shiver slightly, as she felt Robby’s hand rubbing the cream into her skin. She was pleasantly, if embarrassedly surprised to notice that he took a long time applying the white wetness all over her vaginal area, covering places that were totally hairless. He even had the nerve to dab a bit into her asshole and even her little peehole.

After several minutes, eyes closed tightly to avoid having to look at Robby’s wandering vulpine stare at her open cunny, she finally felt the razor being drawn down across her skin. She was amazed at his gentleness, and the feel of the razor gently scraping away her hair caused her to break out in goose-pimples. She could feel his fingers separating the folds of her vaginal lips in order to make sure he had caught every little tentacle. She was being lulled into a sense of ease that she hadn’t believed possible, when he began his ministrations. She had the feeling that some of the touching and parting of her labia was more investigative than necessary, but his gentleness convinced her that his intent was not to hurt her.

Soon he must have believed he’d achieved his goal, because she felt the damp warm washcloth being swiped gently over the area. Again, he parted her lips widely and wiped down the area between, spending far more time than was necessary to catch any remaining foam, but Amy would have been happy for him to continue for much longer than he did.

Suddenly her eyes shot open and her head raised up to look down her body at Robby’s bobbing head.

Good God! He was licking up and down her slit. Oh, my God. This was the most delicious feeling she had ever experienced. Chills began to run up and down her back, and soon her whole body was trembling, and she was moaning out loud. She was tempted to grab his head between her hands to lead his tongue to the most sensuous areas, but she decided he was doing well without her help. Her moans increased in volume, as he concentrated for almost a minute on the perineum area, but when his tongue finally moved up her crack to concentrate on the little button at the top, the moans turned very vocal.

“OOOOHHHHHH, GGGGoddd, yesssssss! OHHHH, PLLLLEEEAAASSSSE, Right therrrreeeee, yeeeesssss! AAAAAHHHHHhhhhh, GGGGoooooDDDDD!”

As he continued in the same spot and her little nodule grew in size and sensitivity, Amy began to swoon into her first climax. She had diddled herself at least once a week for the last three or four years, but nothing in her life had ever even approached the feelings that coursed through her slender body at this moment. She had to suppress her moans and groans, fearing that it would draw one of her “parents,” but she couldn’t hold off the electricity that ran up and down her pussy as Robby’s tongue continued to produce its magic.

She had no sooner completed her first cum, than the second started racing through her body. This one rocked her even more than the first, and she couldn’t believe any feelings could top the ones that were sweeping up and down her spine. The second climax soon ended but Robby continued and Amy slid into her third earthshaking ecstasy. She had even reached the point where she felt so exhausted and complete that she wanted to ask him to stop, but she was afraid to.

Robby solved her problem for her as he pulled himself to his feet and began removing his clothes. Amy was terrified that she was about to lose her virginity, until, totally naked, Robby began to climb on the bed and slide his body up over hers, past her crotch, past her stomach, past her breasts, until his semi-erect penis was even with her mouth.

“Your turn, now, Baby. Open that yap nice and wide!”

Though she’d seen pictures and dirty sketches of male genitalia before, she had never seen one for real, especially directly in front of her face. Although Robby’s prick was probably only four or so inches long in its semi-hard state, as it hovered above her mouth, it looked huge to Amy. Reluctantly she opened her mouth several inches wide, enough for Robby to slip the head between her teeth.

“No teeth, Baby! Just relax and let me get it in there.”

When she opened it a bit wider, Robby slipped his penis in until her lips were rubbing against his sparse pubic hair. For a moment, Amy thought how unfair that she was now bare as a six-year-old down there, and Robby had his pubic hair still intact, scant as it was. The thought was a fleeting one, however, as she was forced to begin concentrating on the growing piece of flesh and sinew that was pushing itself toward the back of her mouth. She could feel the girth and length extending, as he began to raise and lower his hips to slide his penis in and out of her mouth. This was beginning to produce an excess of spittle. In and out his slobbery appendage pushed itself, and, as its size eventually reached his full six inches of length, Amy began to feel the tip touching the top of her throat, and she began to gag slightly. As his fervor grew the forcefulness of his thrusts became more and more painful, and soon each lunge forward was causing Amy to cough and gurgle.

“I might have known! Like mother, like daughter!”

Both teen-agers heads swept over to the doorway, eyes wide in surprise, as they spotted Susan standing there, hands on hips, with an evil smirk on her face. In the process Robby’s prick flew out of Amy’s mouth, and much of the spittle from her mouth flew out onto the bed. Both teens looked afraid and guilt-ridden, as they watched Susan enter the room and stand next to the bed.

“You have no guilt, do you, Chickie, seducing a boy two years younger than you. Just like your mother! Guy has told me about all the times you were in school, and she’d run around the house naked, trying to convince him to fuck her or go down on her. And the ménage a trois she arranged with the woman down the street, and the time Guy came home to find your Mom nude in the living room entertaining three naked young boys. Oh, yeah, you two’re a peach and a pair.”

“NNnnnooo, I…..” “Don’t try to give me excuses, slut. I seen you myself sucking away at my boy, enjoying every minute. Well, you’ve just earned yourself another punishment. I don’t know what it’ll be, because your butt’s so red and purple right now, we’ll have to find some other way to make you suffer. I’ll teach you to seduce my boy. Now, get downstairs! Robby, you get dressed and come down and watch Miss Tramp get hers. UP!”

Robby hurried to jump off his prone victim, and, as he began struggling to pull his Jockey shorts up over his still semi-rigid prick, a petrified Amy slid off the bed and, naked, crept out of Robby’s room and rushed to get downstairs, hoping not to incur any greater punishment for tardiness.

Susan followed Amy closely, arriving in the living room in time to grab Amy by the arm and push her forward until she stood in from of Guy, who sat grinning on the couch.

“Well, our little slut returns. Looks like Robby did a decent job shaving her pussy.”

“Yeah, but I caught her sucking away at his prick. Apparently she enticed him into it. Poor kid! She’s a real bitch, this one. Tempting a young kid like that into letting her suck him off. Shameless!”

“No, I….”

SLAP! Susan’s hand caught Amy’s face right on the cheek.

“Nobody asked for your excuses, Bitch. Shut up!”

Guy’s hand reached forward to grope Amy’s naked crotch, just as Robby arrived to watch Amy’s degradation. As Guy’s hand slid over the bare skin, his fingers began to delve and dip between the lips of her pussy. Soon his fingers were sliding back and forth over her inner lips, giving Amy funny feelings, in spite of her humiliation and desire not to react.

“Well, she’s sure not her Mother’s own, I’ll say that. Her Mom was the biggest prude I ever met. It was everything I could do to get her to swallow my cum. I had to spank hera couple of times before she’d start walking around the house naked. And the time I set up a threesome with a woman down the street, I had to threaten her with raping Amy, when she got home from school, before she’d go along with that. And the time I brought a few young boys in to have sex with her! I had to whale the tar out of her before she’d finally lie on the floor naked and suck off the three of ‘em. Not at all like this sexy little wench.”

By now his hand had been tickling and stroking Amy’s vagina, to the point that, in spite of herself, her desires had begun to bring on little pants. Guy was pleased with the way his manipulations were affecting her and began concentrating on her little clit.

Susan, noticing Amy’s reactions, decided to bring her satisfaction to an end.

“Well, she’s got to be punished. We can’t have her teaching my boy all these nasty things.”

“Did she finally bring him off when you caught ‘em, Susie.”

“Nope. He was drivin’ like crazy, but he hadn’t spurted.”

“Well, Hell, then we gotta let her finish, or he’ll end up with blue balls. Take down your pants, boy, and sit on that chair. Now that she’s started you sinnin’, she might as well finish it.”

Robby was only too glad to accede and immediately drew down his pants and Jockeys and ran to the chair and sat, as his penis began to expand. Susan pushed Amy over toward the chair and pulling down on her arm, forced her to a kneeling position.

As Amy’s tears began to flow again, Susan pushed her head toward the impending growing boner and hissed for Amy to open her mouth and get busy. Amy’s lips accordingly slid forward and slipped over the head of Robby’s prick, as he leaned back and let out a sigh. Soon, with the encouragement of Susan’s hand on the back of her head, Amy was swishing her tongue over the bulk of Robby’s hardened sex. Susan took her hand away and Amy knew enough to continue sucking away. Robby’s sighs began to forecast the fact that he was near his culmination. More to get the chore over with than anything else, Amy’s head began a rapid up and down motion, as her saliva began to stream down onto Robby’s balls. She could tell he was near the end, when his scrotum began to tighten up and his sighs became heavy moans.

Suddenly he began to spurt gobs of his essence into her mouth, and it was all she could do to swallow it before it gushed through her lips. She knew her ‘parents’ wouldn’t approve of that! As much as she hated the taste of the gooey stuff, she forced herself to swallow and swallow. Finally the last small gush erupted, and, with a sigh, she took her last gulp. She let the withering rod decrease in size, continuing to suck away for close to a minute before Susan grabbed a tuft of the hair on the back of her head and pulled her head back.

Looking over to Guy, she smiled with a wicked grin and said, “Now it’s time to punish little Miss Slut for inveigling my little boy into her dirty ways. What do you think we should do, Daddy?”

“Well, her ass is still blood red. I’m afraid she’ll start bleeding all over if we whip her again, so it probably ought to be some other area on her body.”

Chapter 3

Robby reached down and grabbed both of Amy’s nipples, saying, “She’s got such nice long nipples. I think we should punish them!”

Amy’s response, still being held by her hair, neck twisted back against Susan’s leg was little more than a pitiful “UUUnnnhhhh!,” which Susan took as an affirmative.

“A wonderful idea, Son! Go get me my spool of that thin nylon thread, Honey. I know just what we’ll do!”

When Robby returned with the thread, Susan yanked Amy up onto her feet by the hair until the crying girl was facing her. As Robby held the spool loosely in his palm, Susan began wrapping the thread around one of Amy’s pink protuberances. Starting at the tip of the nipple she began winding and winding as tightly as she could toward the base of the nipple.

Round and round the thread twisted, getting tighter and tighter, squeezing the pink knob tighter and tighter as it went. At first Amy’s response consisted of little mews and moans, but, as it got tighter and tighter, she began to plead.

“PPPPPlllleeeaaasse! TOOOOO TIIIGGGHHHHTTT. OHHHHH,  ITTTTT HHHHUUUURRRTTTSSSS!”

Susan grinned as she came to the base of the first nipple. It had been squeezed so hard, it was a good quarter inch longer than it had been at first, and half the width. Susan tied it off at the base and began the same painful procedure on the other nipple.

At one point Amy’s pain became great enough, that, without thinking, her hand lifted to her breast as if to protect it. Susan slapped Amy’s hand away with a powerful smack, enough to let the girl know that any attempt to defend herself would be dealt with harshly. By the time she finished wrapping and had tied off the second knot, Amy’s pink nipples were totally covered by the threads except for the very tip of each nubbin. Tears were coursing down Amy’s cheeks, and her fists were clenched tightly to try to withstand some of the torment emanating from her tortured breasts. Susan sent Robby for some masking tape and had Amy place her hands behind her back, so that he could wrap her wrists tightly.

“Now then, bad girl, get down on your knees and lean forward. Robby, go get me two small cans of peas from the kitchen. Amy couldn’t imagine what more pain Susan could possibly administer, but she reluctantly obeyed and sank to her knees, stretching forth as best she could with her arms tied behind her.

When Robby returned with the two small cans, Susan took one and wound the thread around the middle of it and tied it off, leaving a string about a foot and a half or so at the end. Performing the same act on the other can, she then lay down on her side and reached for one of Amy’s hanging breasts. Amy suddenly realized what was coming next and began begging again.

“NNNNOOOOOO, PPPLLLeeaaassseee. ENoooough!”

But it wasn’t enough for Susan, who began tying the loose end of the thread to the middle of one of Amy’s distended nipples. When she’d finished tying off the first, she moved over to the other wrapped nipple and tied off the other can to it.

Rising with a satisfied sigh, Susan ordered Amy to stand up. Amy, tears streaming, looked up at Susan and shook her head with a mournful whimper. Susan kicked lightly at Amy’s right breast, sufficiently hard to cause a screech from her hapless victim, who finally began to push herself up. Her cries became even more pitiful, as she raised herself far enough up to finally feel the weight of the cans pulling against her fettered nips. By the time she had finally managed to stand on both feet, the cans had pulled her nipples straight down. The metal in the two cans were clanking against each other, and brushing lightly against Amy’s bare pubic mound. The weight seemed unbearable to Amy.

“Now then, I want you to lean forward and begin swinging those cans from side to side. Amy pitifully begged once again for mercy. Susan’s answer was a quick noisy slap to the face. A dejected Amy began swinging the cans back and forth from side to side in front of her, eliciting an agonizing groan with each swing, to the delight of her three onlookers. She continued to swing the cans for well over a minute, until Susan finally told her she could stop.

She stood there with dribbles of phlegm dripping from her chin for several minutes without anyone saying a word. Amy finally asked if she could go to her room.

“Of course not, silly. I know you’d go rest those cans on your desk as soon as you got there. No, you have a half hour more of punishment before we take those threads off, so you can just go stand over there against the wall, while we watch tv for a while. I want that back straight up against the wall, you hear? No cheating!”

As she slowly stepped to the wall and placed her upper back against the wall, as best she could with her hands tied behind her, the others turned the television back on and sat back to watch a comedy rerun. Each of them found it hard to concentrate on the program, though, as their eyes kept moving over to watch the weeping girl struggling to keep her back against the wall, and the weight of the cans became more and more cumbersome and painful.