MARCY

Chapter 1

Marcy was a bitch, plain and simple.  Face it, with her body and good looks, she could have been a model, or at least head cheerleader.  But that would have required her to show off her body, and that was the last thing she wanted.  At 16, her long brunette tresses, medium size breasts and long legs were the envy of most of the girls in her class.  She always felt she was too good for any of the boys her age, and she also felt she was better than any of the girls she knew.

She was actually a chip off the old block.  Her mother, Denise, had much the same attitude when she was growing up.  Denise had a sister, Edna, who was scrawny and plain-looking, and spent her teen years despising Denise for her good looks.  They were from the hills of West Virginia, and when Denise snagged a guy, who took her to live in Harrisburg, PA, Edna’s jealousy, hatred, really, grew proportionately.  Denise’s friends often wondered what it was about the man that convinced her to marry him.  Did he blackmail her into marriage, was he built like John Holmes, or was he an opportunity to get out of West Virginia?  The assumption was the latter.  Whatever it was, the couple produced Marcy, who was cold as ice and had little respect for anyone.

Marcy had dated three guys by the time she reached 10th grade.  One had taken her out to the park for a picnic.  When they were finished she lay back on her elbows, looking up at the stars.  Her date leaned over to kiss her and she grabbed him by the balls and twisted hard.  He was barely able to drive her home.  The second guy to date her went to kiss her at the front door after their first date, and she kneed him in the balls.  He was barely able to drive himself home.  The third date was at a school dance, and Marcy got so bored, she left the dance without telling her date and got her father to come and pick her up.  Once a girl “friend” of hers, who didn’t know Marcy’s aversion to being touched, came up behind her and jokingly placed her hands over Marcy’s breasts.  Marcy spun around and cold-cocked her on the spot.  The girl had to be taken to the school infirmary with a cracked lip and a broken nose.

Shortly after school had let out for the summer, Marcy’s parents went on a boating outing with another couple, a sudden summer squall came up, and the four of them drowned.  A lawyer for the family found that Marcy’s parents had been living close to the vest.  The house was behind on payments and had to be foreclosed, there was one ten thousand dollar life insurance policy, which paid for the funeral expenses for Marcy’s parents and the lawyer’s fee, of course, and left Marcy with a little over $100.  It developed that Marcy’s only living relatives were her aunt, Edna and Uncle Ernie in West Virginia, whom Denise had gone out of her way to make sure Marcy never met.  A call from the lawyer received a reluctant agreement on Edna’s part to have Marcy come and live with them.

Marcy arrived by bus with her one suitcase, twenty five miles from Uncle Ernie’s “farm”.  Ernie picked her up in his old pickup truck and by the time they arrived at the house, Marcy wished she’d never left Harrisburg.  There was an old barn about 30 yards from the house, which badly needed a coat of whitewash, and that was all, except for the corn fields out beyond the barn.  Edna came out to meet Marcy, and it was difficult to figure who was colder to whom.  Marcy knew nothing of Edna’s hatred for Denise, of course, so after they shook hands, they went inside, and Marcy’s dread grew even worse.  There were two bedrooms, the second being tiny, a kitchen/dining area, the living room and one bathroom.   They sat and chatted for a while.  Ernie explained they had 10 acres of corn and wheat, and, chuckling, said they also grew a small crop of marijuana out by the woods, where the Feds would never think to look. 

Edna said she’d help Marcy get her clothes hung up and put away in her bureau.  While she was unpacking Marcy made a point of indicating to Edna that all of her clothes had come from the best stores in Harrisburg, and just how much they had all cost.  By the time they were finished Edna’s temper was at the boiling point, and she made a point of telling Ernie how upset she was, and why, when Marcy had to go to the bathroom.      

Ernie’s interest in his niece grew, when she returned from the bathroom, and he got a good look at Marcy’s beautiful figure and pretty face.  Edna had fixed a salad for supper and after the dishes were washed and put away, neither of which Marcy offered to help with, they indicated it was bed-time.  The fields needed to be worked the next day and Edna and Ernie needed to go into town for some supplies.  Marcy indicated she really wasn’t sleepy yet, so she’d read for a while.  She climbed into bed and started reading, when the bed in the next room began bumping up against the wall.  Ernie’s libido had taken a hit with the arrival of his niece, and he and Edna were having a merry old time making love. 

Marcy was annoyed and decided to get up and look around.  She opened a few drawers in the old chest in the living room and came across a cache of marijuana cigarettes in one.  She had never tried one, but she knew enough to know they leave a distinct smell, and it would be dangerous to smoke one then.  She was dying to try one but decided maybe she’d wait until Edna and Ernie went into town the next day.

Chapter 2

After he had milked the cow in the barn, Ernie came back to the house and Edna woke Marcy a little after 6a.m.  She wasn’t used to getting up that early and told Edna so, in no uncertain terms.  Edna shook her awake and reminded Marcy that they were going into town after breakfast.  She remembered about the pot, so she dragged herself out of bed, put a robe on over her nightgown and came in to breakfast.  Following breakfast Edna ended up washing the dishes and drying them, before they were to take off for town.  Marcy indicated that she really didn’t want to ride in the back of the truck, and she’d rather stay and look around the farm.

Edna said they’d probably be back in an hour or so, and they took off down the road.  Marcy immediately ran over to the old chest and pulled out a cigarette, found some matches and took off for the barn.  She figured they’d never smell the smoke down there.  When she got there, she found the barn had two stories.  The first had a tractor, some tools and the cow in a stall.  Up in the loft she found some bales of hay and sat herself down for a smoke.

She leaned back against one of the hay bales, lit up and inhaled deeply.  The fact that this was her first experience with the weed, and that she was highly susceptible, became obvious almost immediately.  She was in La-La land within two minutes and lost total awareness of where she was and what she was doing.  The first indication she had that something was wrong was when she looked down and saw her robe and nightgown were on fire.  She immediately arose and pulled both of them off, leaving her in a pair of expensive panties.  She could feel that her legs down by her ankles were slightly burned, but otherwise she was all right.  When she looked around, though, she saw that the hay had caught fire and the fire had spread to the rest of the barn.  She quickly scrambled down the ladder and ran outside.  Still feeling the effects of the MJ, she stood there in a daze, naked save for her panties, and watched the barn burn to the ground.

Moments later, the old truck slammed to a stop and Ernie and Edna jumped out to find out what had happened.  They had seen the smoke from town and hurried back.  Marcy had enough awareness to cover her breasts with her arms, as she related what had happened.  She ended her tale with the statement, “Well, at least I got out all right.”

The look on Ernie’s face was, at first, puzzlement, then amazement, but his blood began to boil and he stared at Marcy with daggers in his eyes.

“So you went looking where you had no right to, you stole a cigarette from us, you burned down our barn, you killed our cow and ruined my tractor, and all you can say is, “at least I got out all right?  Not even an “I’m sorry!”

He raced inside to Marcy’s room, picked up her suitcase, placed every piece of clothes she owned in it and ran outside.  There he dumped all the clothes on the ground, lit a match and threw it on the pile. 

“There, Miss High and Mighty, let’s see how you like having everything you own go up in smoke!”

Marcie came to enough to realize what was happening and, with a scream, started to move to the pile of flaming clothes to put it out.  Edna standing behind her managed to grab her by the breasts to hold her in place.  Marcy screamed again, and tried to fight Edna off, but Edna sank her fingernails into the soft flesh of Marcy’s breasts, and after another shrill outburst, she settled down to watch the last of her clothes, except the panties she was wearing, smolder.

“I ain’t finished with you, Miss High Faluttin’.  Grab her arms, Edna, while I bind them with this leather strip from the truck.”

Edna did as told.  When Marcy’s arms were tied, Ernie hoisted her up and hung the leather on one of the hooks screwed into the porch posts.  Marcy was left dangling a few inches off the ground.

Let’s get these panties off.  Elsewise they’ll be in tatters by the time I finish beatin’ her butt.”

Marcy fought hard to hold onto her one remaining piece of clothing, but she was no match for Ernie, who was still filled with outrage.  When he had the panties pulled off, it occurred to him that he could just add them to the smoldering pile, which he did.  Soon they were in flames.

Ernie ran inside and returned with a horse whip made of stranded leather, about four feet in length.  He took a couple of practice swings, and then started in for real.  He covered the area between her shoulders and knees.  After 15 strokes, Marcy’s body looked like a peppermint stick with striations all up and down her body.  Marcy’s screams did nothing to deter him.  Actually the louder she screamed, the harder he whipped.  Another 25 strokes had Mary only able to moan, her voice was hoarse from her screaming, and her body was one mass of dark red stripes covering her entire back, buttocks and legs.  Ernie concentrated the last ten strokes on Marcy’s buttocks, and, when he was finished, both cheeks looked like raw beef, slightly bloody, with purple and red splotches covering the entire area.

Lifting her off the hook, he had no trouble slinging her on his shoulder and carrying her into her bedroom, where he dropped her on her bed, stomach down.  Marcy was barely aware of him tying her wrists to the headboard.  She was close to unconsciousness, when Edna came over with a tube of salve in her hand.  She proceeded to begin slathering Marcy’s whole back area with it.  At first it felt cool and Marcy sighed in relief.  Then moments later her back began to feel as though a hot iron had been placed on it.  She looked up at Edna, long enough to see the word “Ben-Gay” on the tube.  As hoarse as she was, she managed once more to begin screaming.  The sound came out as loud croaks, but it was obvious she was suffering terribly.  Shortly after, she fell into unconsciousness.

Just then the phone rang and Ernie went to answer it.  He returned with the news that Rufe had seen the fire from his farm and wanted to know if he could help.  After Ernie had explained what had happened, Rufe said he’d get a bunch of the other farmers together and they’d be over the next day to help Ernie build a new barn.  Rufe also told Ernie he had an old tractor he’d be happy to lend him until he could afford to get a new one.  Ernie and Edna hugged and then looked over at the unconscious form of Marcy on the bed.

“I think we’ll see if Miss Prim can’t give our builders some support tomorrow.”

Chapter 3

Ernie and Edna had Marcy out and tied naked to an oak next to where the barn had been, before the first volunteer arrived.  The oak was about a foot and a half in diameter, and they had her hands and feet tied behind the tree, standing up.  This was particularly painful for Marcy, not only because the bark was very scratchy, but because her back was still a mass of sores.  She made an interesting topic of conversation as the farmers began arriving.  Some of them had trucks full of wood, nails and tools, so they began working almost immediately.

About an hour into the work, Edna brought a large bucket of ice water down for the workers with a large ladle.  She had started to walk past Marcy, but stopped, and backtracking came up to Marcy.

“I bet you could use some water, couldn’t you Missy?”

“That would be good.”

Edna dipped the ladle in the bucket, lifted it over Marcy’s head and poured.  The icy water ran down her head all over her body, and she looked like a drowned rat, with stringy hair running down over her face.  Not satisfied, Edna repeated the action, leaving Marcy sputtering, her skin producing goose-bumps all over her body, and her nipples standing out for all to see.  The entire crew laughed uproariously at what Edna had done, and how pitiful Marcy looked now.

As the morning progressed one of the farmers came over to Marcy and asked her for a kiss.  She told him where he could kiss her and it wasn’t on the mouth.  He started to move his mouth to hers and she turned her head aside.  The farmer backed up and gave her a slap, followed by a backhand that stopped everyone working to see what had happened.  He followed this with two more solid slaps across the tits, which had Marcy in tears.  He started to move in for a kiss again, and she spat directly in his face.  The farmer hauled off and smashed Marcy in the solar-plexis with his fist.  She doubled over, as far as her tether would let her, trying valiantly to suck in air and having a great deal of difficulty doing it.           

The farmer returned to work on building the barn.  Soon a young boy about 12 or 13 came over and stared at her.  He got up close to her, looking hard at her pussy. 

“How come you got all that hair on your pussy, girl?”

“None of your business, little boy.  Get lost!”

“Well, I want to see what you got under all that hair, so, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll just pull it all out.”

With that, he sat on the ground and began plucking two or three hairs out at a time.

“Get away from me kid, or so help me, when I get loose from here, I’m going to…”

Suddenly the boy’s father appeared before her and said, “What are you gonna do.  Suck his prick for him?  Lay down in the grass and let him fuck you?”

Marcy immediately shut up, the farmer went back to work, and the boy continued plucking.  Marcy began to cry once again, not only from the pain, but the shame of having her pussy slowly denuded.  Finally he finished his chore and sat back with satisfaction.  Marcy’s entire vaginal area was ruby red, as a result of the painful pulling and her slit was on full view.  After a moment the boy got up close to her vagina, and commented on how fat her labia were.  With this he reached up and grabbed one of her lips and began stretching it down as far as he could to the despair of Marcy, who cried out in pain.  When he had stretched it as far as he could he let go and the lip bounced back into place.  The boy laughed heartily at this, and for the next few minutes he alternated, stretching first one lip and then the other, letting them go like rubber bands.  Finally tiring of this, he yelled “See ya” and went back to help with the building.

As the sun rose further in the sky, Marcy began to realize that she was beginning to burn all over her front.  Around 11:00, Edna brought down sandwiches for all the workers, ignoring Marcy totally this time.  While they were stopped, Edna mentioned they were all welcome to harass Marcy in any way they saw fit.  A few of the men came over at different times and played with Marcy’s tits, a few of them sucking on her nipples for long minutes and feeling her up with their fingers.  Marcy, once again, was embarrassed by all the physicality, feeling these men were violating her sheltered existence.  Her tears flowed down her face, but the men just laughed at her.

By the time the men left late in the day, Marcie was a mess.  She was sunburned on her front, and, between the beating the day before and the bark from the tree, she looked like she had a darker sunburn all over her back, as well.  Ernie had to help her up the drive to the house, and once inside she just collapsed on the sofa from utter exhaustion.

“Oh, no you don’t, Miss High and Mighty.  We got supper to get ready, and you’re gonna help.  Set the table, and then you can pour the drinks, and get the rolls out of the oven.  No loafin’ for you!”

Marcie knew better than to argue, so she dragged herself off the sofa and helped get the dinner ready.  Every once in a while either Ernie or Edna would give her a hard swat on the butt, giving Marcy another reason to burst into tears.  During dinner she explained how hard it was to hold herself up the way she had been tied to the tree, and she’d appreciate it if they could arrange some other way for her the next day.  Ernie allowed as how he’d have to think about that.

Chapter 4

The next morning, Ernie had Marcy out by the tree before the first of the helpers arrived.  This time he had her kneel on the ground by the tree and tied her arms and legs behind the tree.  This was still uncomfortable for Marcie but at least she wasn’t hanging the way she had been the day before.

The men set right to work as they arrived, and by noon they had the frame up and had begun nailing the sides on.  Edna brought the water once again, and, once again, Marcy had two ladles of ice-cold water poured all over Marcy’s head.  Again, the men got a huge kick out of her look of helplessness and shivering cold.

A girl of 9 or 10, who had come with her father to help, came over to Marcy in mid-morning and asked why her pussy was so red.  Marcy told her it was none of her business, and to go away.  Instead the girl came over and with her bare toe began running it back and forth between Marcy’s labial lips.  The fact that her toenails needed cutting caused Marcy a good deal of pain, as the nail rubbed against the sensitive tissue between the lips.  The girl then zeroed in on Marcy’s nipples and began twisting them.  Marcy cried out in great pain, as her nipples were twisted to the right and then to the left.  By the time the girl finished and went back to helping on the barn, Marcy was groaning in pain, and the area around her nipples was a dark pink.

As they broke for lunch Ernie explained to the men that any of them that wanted blow-jobs were welcome to partake of Marcie’s hospitality.  He then came over to Marcy and explained to her that if any of the men complained about her teeth getting in the way, or if she bit any of the “boys”, he would take her out after everyone left and flog her front and back 100 times each.

No sooner had he finished than a line formed behind him, and a number of flies could be heard unzipping.  Having never even considered giving anyone a blow-job, Marcy was astounded to find that she was to be the giver of at least 10 blow-jobs, unless some of the men came back for more.

She attempted to keep her mouth closed, as the first man placed his prick next to her mouth, but by holding her nose closed she had no choice if she wanted to breathe, and he was imbedded seconds later.  The next twenty-five minutes were a blur for Marcy, as she gagged and choked, time after time, until the last man walked away satisfied.  She thought she was finally done, when the young girl came up and said she’d like some of that too.  Since Ernie was standing right there, she opened her mouth, which was dripping with cum, and began tonguing the girl’s twat.  The girl never did climax, but she obviously was enjoying Marcy’s tongue action, because she stayed planted in front of Marcy’s mouth for over 10 minutes.

It appeared that one more day of work would complete the barn building, so the men left late in the evening with the understanding they’d be back to finish the following day.  Once again Ernie had to help Marcy get to the house when everyone had gone.  Edna made her take a cold shower to get the caked-on sperm from her front.  The coldness was probably easier for her to take than a hot one would have been, but she was shivering when she got out and her body was covered in goose-bumps once more.  She dried off quickly and fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.  

Chapter 5

The next morning Ernie had Marcy fed and out at the tree by 6 a.m.  This time he tied her to the tree so that her back was facing the barn.  He tethered her arms, so that her breasts surrounded the tree trunk and her legs were tethered at the ankles.  Any movement on her part would cause the bark to rub painfully against the inner part of her breasts and abrade her bare, already sore, vaginal mound. When the men arrived, Ernie pointed out he had Marcy in a position so that everyone could give her a final farewell stroke or two with the horse whip  before setting off for home.  Edna came down with the water pail and did her daily anointing of Marcy’s head, before leaving the bucket with the workers.

The men were able to finish the barn by noon, and had it painted a bright red by late afternoon.  Sometime in mid-afternoon, the teenaged boy came over and played with Marcy’s tits for a while, squeezing them painfully at times and then set about giving her as harsh a spanking as his hands were capable of.  He had sufficient strength, probably because of working in the fields, to cause Marcy to begin crying halfway through the spanking.  By the time he finished, her bottom cheeks were a bright red, and she was bawling noisily.

This treatment was nothing compared to the farewell whipping she got from the men at the end of the afternoon.  They lined up waiting patiently for the men ahead of them in line to leave their mark on Marcy’s behind.  Most took two or three strikes, but some decided at least five was fair game.  Most aimed for horizontal strokes on her buttocks, but a few tried for vertical cuts aimed at the cleft between her cheeks.  Three or four of them found their mark causing Marcy to howl at the top of her lungs.  By the time they were finished and Ernie had untied her, her whole backside was covered with red stripes and ugly purple splotches.  He helped her into the house, where she was told to start helping with preparing supper.  After supper, which she ate standing up, she asked to go to bed, and, once again, fell into bed, lying painfully on her stomach.  It still only took her minutes to fall asleep.

The next few days were uneventful, or at least less eventful than previously.  Marcy’s painful body began to heal, and, with the exception of an occasional spanking on her buttocks or her breasts, for what were truly trumped up offenses, she was left alone.  Of course she still had not a stitch of clothing to wear, but other than keeping her busy working, both Edna and Ernie left her alone.

Chapter 6

About a week after the barn was finished, Edna decided they should ask young Sam over to dinner.  Sam was the son of Ernie’s best friend, Noah, who had died of a heart attack at age 43 the year before.   She called and set a date for the following evening.

“Oh, you’ll like Sam, Marcy.  He owns the feed store his daddy left him when he died, he’s good looking, and real smart.  Now you be nice to him.  He’d be a good catch and as handsome as he is and pretty as you are, you’d have some fine lookin’ kids.”

“I’m not interested in meeting boys, Aunt Edna, especially with marriage in mind.  Besides, I’m too young to get married, even if I wanted to.”

“Not in West Virginia, you’re not.  And if you think Ernie and I are gonna support you till you’re ready, which doesn’t seem to be ever, I got news for you.  It ain’t happening.  So you better change your attitude right now!”

“Well, don’t I have some choice.  I haven’t even met the guy, and you’re trying to marry me off.”

“As I see it, niece, you got two choices.  If he likes you, marry him.  If he don’t, I’ll buy you a dress and set you out on the corner of the main street in Charleston, and you can fend for yourself!”

Sam arrived, and, other than being totally shocked at meeting a nude Marcy, the evening progressed well.  Ernie explained why she was in her current condition, which satisfied Sam, but he had difficulty taking his eyes off her totally naked vaginal lips and her breasts, which bounced so adoringly as she was helping get the food on the table.  During dinner he was able to carry on a conversation, but his eyes seldom left Marcy’s tantalizing boobs.

After dinner they moved to the living room, and again he watched Marcy’s breasts dance about as she removed the dishes, before she came in to sit next to him on the couch, interestingly contrived by Ernie and Edna, who took the other remaining seats.  They chatted about the seed store and how well it was doing, before Ernie asked, out of the blue, if Sam would like to share a toke.  He was all for it, so Ernie got one from the chest, lit it and began passing it around.  Everyone took a few puffs and  passed it on.  Before long, the cigarette was down to the last few puffs, and Marcy was floating.  The others were somewhat dreamy, as well.

Ernie asked Sam, again out of the blue, what he thought of Marcy.  He indicated he was very attracted to her, though he found it a little daunting to be sitting next to a naked girl.

Edna said, “Well, why don’t you kiss her, Sam?”

“I think I will.”

He leaned over and planted his lips on Marcy’s, and she was dreamy enough that that seemed all right, until he shot his tongue into her mouth.  Suddenly she reverted to her old self and bit down hard on his tongue.  He gasped and immediately removed his tongue, but his anger flared up at once.  He grabbed her, flung her over his lap and began peppering her butt with powerful smacks.  Ernie and Edna were delighted.  Marcy was not.  As the spanking continued, she began to cry, then wail, as the blows just kept pounding her soft skin.  Long after her poor rump had turned an ugly red, Sam was still spanking her and she began to beg.

“Oh, please, stop.  I’m sorry.  I really am.  I’m sooory!  Pleeeease stop!  Oh, it huuuurts.  Please!”

Eventually he pushed her off his lap, and she landed on the floor, sobbing.

“Good boy, Sam.  Show her who’s boss.  She needs somebody to learn her how to behave.  You did just the right thing.”

Marcy lay on the floor with tears coursing down her cheeks, hiccupping and gasping for breath.  Sam pulled her up, but she chose not to sit, for obvious reasons.  She asked if she could leave and go to bed.

“Absolutely not!  We have a guest.  You sit down there next to him and let him kiss you again.  So help me, you bite him again, and we’ll all three spank you!  Now, you sit down!”

Marcy sat down very gingerly.  Sam moved over to her and taking one of her firm breasts in his hand, he again kissed her, moving his tongue into her mouth.  This time she let him have her whole mouth to explore, until he pulled off and complained about her non-participation in the kiss.  A warning from Ernie brought his lips back to hers, and, hesitantly at first, but then with more gusto, she stuck her tongue far back into Sam’s mouth.  In the meantime, Sam continued to play with her breast, and eventually he could feel her nipple hardening and pressing into his hand.

“Why don’t you two lovebirds grab a blanket and go on outside.  It’s a beautiful night, lots of stars,  and plenty of things to explore.”

Marcy looked at Edna as if she’d just  been shot, but when Edna went and got a blanket and pulled her up off the couch, she felt she had no option but to go with Sam, who was waiting at the door.            

Chapter 7

Sam found a grassy spot out behind the barn, set the blanket down, and indicated he wanted her to lie down.  As she lay down, her thoughts were racing.

“Oh, God, here we go.  He’s going to want to kiss and God knows what else…Oh, hell, he’s half lying on me… Here comes the Goddamn kiss… Ugh!.. Tongue in mouth…Yeah, Here’s mine, you son of a bitch…Now he’s playing with my tits… Stop squeezing so hard, buster.  They’re not grapefruits, you know… Oh, shit, now he’s kissing my nipples… Oouuu! That feels kind of good, but I can’t let him know…Oh,  God, his hand is moving down to my pussy…Get away from there, you bastard…Oh, shit, that feels good, yeah, that’s the spot…Oh, God, I can’t help myself.  I’ve got to moannnn….Wait a minute…no, please leave my hole alone…Jesus, he’s taking his pants off, and his underpants…He’s hard.  God, that’s big…Not as big as some I had to suck last week…Is he going to want me to suck him off?...Oh, no, he’s spreading my legs”

“No, please.  I’m still a virgin.”

“Gotta lose it sometime, baby.  Might as well be now!”

With that, Sam drove his penis into Marcy’s virgin hole with force.  She cried out, and then began crying for her lost maidenhood.  Sam drove on, and within minutes he had shot his load.  They both lay there quietly, he in satisfaction, she in despair and hatred for what her life had turned into.

Sam gave her his handkerchief to clean some of the blood and sperm that seeped out of her vagina.  He folded the blanket and together they returned to the house, he forcing her to hold his hand all the way.  When they opened the front door, Ernie and Edna were still up, and they looked at the couple with sly looks.  It was obvious that they had been making love, because the gooey mess was still running down Marcy’s legs.

“Well, did you kids have fun?”

“Yeah, Marcy’s quite a girl.  I’d like to have my mama come around to meet her, if it’s okay with you.”

“Why do you want your mama to meet her?”

“Well, I think I’d kinda like to marryMarcy, but Mama always helps me with any big decisions.  It’s always been that way for both my sister and me.  Tell you the truth, she a very strong woman.  She was always the one who punished my sister and me.  She’d spank us for the least little thing.  I think she really enjoyed punishing us.  Still does, sometimes.”

If Marcy was averse to getting married before, this sealed it, but she knew it wasn’t her decision to make.

It was arranged for Sam to bring his mama by on Saturday.  He’d get his sister to run the store while they were visiting.  One more godawful French kiss and Sam was gone.

See, Marcy, I told he’d be a real good husband for ya.  Now, you go on to bed and get some sleep.  You look tired.”

Chapter 8

The following Saturday afternoon, Sam’s car drove up to the house.  Sam jumped out and ran around to the passenger’s side and opened the door.  Out stepped Mama.  She was a statuesque, buxom, handsome woman in her mid-forties.  After introductions, Mama sat on the couch with Sam.  Edna and Ernie took the other two chairs, leaving Marcy standing awkwardly, naked, as usual.  She was actually glad not to be seated, because she had received a harsh spanking from Edna for being sullen an hour earlier.

“So this is the little chippy Samuel is interested in marrying.  I’m glad he asked me to come and help him decide.  I just need to make sure this is not a pure case of lust on his part.  Now, girl, come over and stand here in front of me, so I can get a better look at you.”

As Marcy stepped hesitantly over to Mama, she rose, so that they were standing almost nose to nose.

Mama moved her hand up to Marcy’s chin, and, grabbing it, she turned Marcy’s head to the right, then to the left. 

“Pretty enough, although I can see a stubborn streak in her that would definitely have to be dealt with.”

Mama’s hands moved down to Marcy’s breasts and she squeezed them, manipulated them, shook them, and then moved her fingers to the young girl’s pointy nipples.”

“Nice size tits.  She should be able to produce sufficient milk for her babies, nice nipples for them to grab onto, not to mention nice playthings for Samuel.  At least, maybe you can leave your sister’s breast alone now, Samuel.”

Sam smiled and nodded his head.

Mama then sat, so that she was staring at Marcy’s hairless pussy.

“I think it’s shameless when a girl has to advertise her sexual attributes by cutting off the hair on her vagina.  Only trollops do that.  Ah, well!  Her hips are a good size for childbirth, also.  Turn around girl!”

Marcy thought about pointing out that she hadn’t been responsible for the missing hair on her pussy, but then thought maybe it would help Mama decide she was not the right one for her son. 

“Damn it, girl, I said to turn around!”  She smacked Marcy’s left hip with her open palm.

Marcy jumped at the slap and turned quickly, so that Mama was now looking directly at her dark red buttocks.

“It looks like somebody has been a bad girl.  Why were you spanked, girl?”

Ernie broke in, saying, “Edna gave her what for, for being moody.  I think she thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”

“Definitely something she needs to have beaten out of her.  I believe you did the right thing.  She probably needs more of the same before she becomes convinced.  Now, bend over, girl, and spread your legs.”

Marcy knew of no reason for such an order, but knew better than to argue, so she spread her legs and bent over.  Mama looked long and hard at Marcy’s little anus and the cute fat lips of her vagina, before smacking her on one of her red cheeks.

“All right.  I think that’ll do.  Turn around.”

When Marcy had turned to face Mama once again, Mama’s hand grabbed Marcy’s crotch, painfully digging her hand into her soft pussy.

“I think I know the answer to my next question.  Are you a virgin, girl?”

Marcy, grimacing from the painful hold Mama had on her mound, said, “No ma’am.  I lost  my virginity last night to Sam.”

“Well, I doubt that was the first time, but, if it was, that’s all right.  You may move away, now.”

Marcy moved to the other side of the room, and Mama stood.

“I still have my reservations, Samuel, but it’s possible we can straighten her out with sufficient discipline.  I give my approval.  How would next Sunday be with you, Edna.”

“That would suit us fine.  The sooner the better.  We’ll go ahead and get her a dress for the wedding, and call Justice of the Peace Henry to see if he’s available then.”

Everyone saw Sam and Mama to the car, except Marcy, who remained in the house.  As they drove off, Marcy burst into tears.  It was too obvious to her that she was about to go from the frying pan into thefire, and there was nothing she could do about it.

       

   

Marcy – Part 2

Chapter 1

Marcy was sound asleep in her new bed, the one that Sam had brought her to on their wedding night and once again “raped” her, as far as she was concerned.  Sam did little to make the experience at all pleasant for her, and she was ruing having to go through with this farce of a marriage, but she had no choice in the matter.  Edna and Ernie had decided she was to go through with it, and, as their “ward”, she had no control over the matter.

It was ten in the morning on the Monday following the wedding.  Sam had gone down to the seed store to work with his sister, and Marcy had no responsibilities, as far as she was concerned, and the bed was so comfortable.  The doorbell rang, and she sat up for a moment, figured “screw it” and dropped her head back down on the pillow.

She was jolted awake moments later by a jab on her arm and looked up to see Sam’s mother standing next to the bed, her arms akimbo.  The look on her face told Marcy she was not a happy camper.

“What the Hell are you doing still in bed, you lazy floozie.  Get the Hell out of that bed right this minute.”

Marcy knew better than to argue.  She slipped her legs around to the side of the bed and pulled herself up to stand almost nose to nose with Mama.

“Now what’s this I hear about you refusing to suck my boy off last night?  Who the Hell do you think you are?”

“Well, in the first place I’m surprised to hear he told you about something that intimate between us.  In the second place, I hate giving blow-jobs, and in the third place I don’t think it’s any of your business, lady!”

Mama grabbed a handful of Marcy’s hair and pulled her head over until it was almost at right angles to Mama’s face, which was now actually an inch from Marcy’s nose.

“You listen here, little bitch!  In the first place, my son tells me everything, ‘cause that’s the way he was brought up.  Number two, I don’t care how much you hate suckin’ dicks or anything else Samuel wants to do to you, on Saturday you said you’d ‘love, honor, and obey’, and you ain’t goin’ back on that, not if I have anything to say about it.  Finally, ’in the third place’ anything that has to do with my son or daughter is my business, and you better learn that fast.  Now, we’re goin’ down to the feed store and get this straightened out right now.”

Mama began pulling Marcy’s hair with her as she moved to the bedroom door.

“Well, at least let me get dressed.  All I’ve got on is this nightgown.”

“It don’t matter.  We’re not wasting time so you can get yourself all dolled up.  Now, I can either keep holt of your hair, or you can come peacefully.  Which is it?”

“Okay, I’ll come.  Please let go of my hair.”

As soon as Mama let go of Marcy’s hair, she tried to make a run past her, but Mama stuck her foot out and Marcy tripped and fell flat on the floor, partially knocking the air from her lungs.  Mama stepped forward, grabbed Marcy’s hair from behind and actually pulled her up by it, with Marcy screaming in pain.  She then marched her down the stairs, out the front door and down the sidewalk to the feed store three blocks away.  They passed a few folks on the way, who smiled and nodded to Mama as they proceeded.

When they reached the feed store, and Mama had forced Marcy inside, they saw one customer, who looked a bit askance at first, but when he recognized Mama smiled and bade her a good morning.  Mama nodded at him, saw Sam and his sister, Martha, behind the counter, and ordered her son to go into the store-room and pushed Marcy in after him, shutting the door behind her.

“Now, first I want you to apologize to Samuel for being a lazy, good-for-nothing wife and tell him, from now on you’ll do whatever he tells ya’.”

Marcy said not a word until Mama yanked on her hair so hard Marcy was afraid she’d pulled some out by the roots.

“Ahhggghh….Ohh, all right, all right!  Let go and I’ll tell him!”

This only caused Mama to pull her hair a little harder this time.

“Ooookkkkaaay!   I’m sorreee!”

“Say what I told you, bitch, word for word.  I apologize, Samuel, for being a lazy good-for-nothing wife, and from now on, I’ll do anything you tell me to!  Say it!”

“IIii…apologize..Sam (“Samuel, say it, bitch!”), Saaamuel, for being a….laaazy.. Oh please, let go…good-for-nothing…agghh…wife, and from now on I’ll do….Ohhhgoddd…whatever you tell me to.”

Mama pushed Marcy against a large bag of seed and ordered Marcy to take off her nightgown.

“Wha…not here!  Can’t this wait until he gets home?”

Mama balled her hand into a fist and slammed it into Marcy’s solar-plexis.  Marcy went down for the count, gasping for breath and looking up at Mama in shock.

           

  “The other thing ya’ gotta learn is to do whatever I tell ya’ as soon as I tell ya’, or your gonna be one sore little shrew.  Now get up and TAKE THAT NIGHTGOWN OFF!”

Of course everything that had transpired was audible through the thin door, and the customer and Martha were smiling at one another and listening intently.  Still gasping, Marcy rose from the floor slowly, and, grasping the hem of her gown, raised it over her head and dropped it beside her.  Still not completely convinced Mama had the right to order her around, Marcy glared at Mama in hatred.

Mama’s hand came up out of nowhere and slapped Marcy right across her left nipple with enough force to knock the teen sideways.  Marcy gasped in pain.

“Don’t you look at me that way, bitch.  The sooner you learn to respect me, the better off you’re gonna be.  Now, Samuel, remove your overalls and underpants, and you, floozie, get down on your knees!”

Sam immediately did as ordered and stood there in his tee shirt with a growing hard-on.  Marcy, on the other hand, watched Sam strip in disbelief, but continued to stand with her back to the seed bag.  Mama’s hands sprang out and grabbed both of Marcy’s tits, squeezing them with all her might.  Marcy’s scream was long and piteous, as Mama continued to apply great pressure to her breasts.  With a final screech, she sank to her knees before Mama.  Mama moved aside, motioning to Sam to move in above Marcy.

“Now, I want you to give Samuel the best damn suckin’ you possibly can, and, if it isn’t, your ass is in for it, girl.”

Sam placed his penis up against Marcy’s lips, and she quickly opened her mouth.  He stuck it in her mouth, but she grabbed hold of the base of it, to make sure her mouth wasn’t forced down far enough to make her gag.  She continued in this manner, moving her mouth halfway down his rod and then pulling back to the head.  She moved her hand back and forth, as well, believing that the faster she could get this over with, the better.

Sam placed his hands behind her head and tried to apply force to move further down on his prick, but with her hand in the way, he was not having much success.  He finally looked over at his mother, disappointedly.

“I can’t get her to get it all in her mouth, Mama.  She’s got her hand in the way.”

“Well, God-damn-it, Son, do something about it.  Grab her hair and pull.  That should do it.”

And it did. As soon as she felt her hair being pulled again, she dropped her hand and allowed Sam to pull it to the root of his hard-on, but not happily.  She immediately started coughing and gagging, as he held her head against his stomach for what she believed was an interminable amount of time.  Finally they got into a rhythm, allowing her to breathe naturally, and only occasionally requiring her to gag.  Since, unbeknownst to Mama or Marcy, he had gotten Martha to give him a blowjob shortly after they opened the store, it took Marcy over ten minutes of hard sucking to finally get Sam to reach an orgasm.  As he reached that point he pulled his rod from her mouth and let his jism spurt all over Marcy’s face and drip down onto her breasts, much to her disgust.

Mama reached over to get a couple of rags and threw one to each of them.  After they had cleaned up and Marcy was once again standing, Sam moved to his clothes and began dressing.  Marcy reached for her nightgown, but Mama waved her off.

“That was not a good suckin’, obviously, and I told you it better be, or else, didn’t I?”

She grabbed Marcy by the ear and moved over to an old rocking chair.  As she sat, she pulled Marcy over her lap, and without warning began swatting her with her hand.  It began falling on Marcy’s slightly bruised buttocks with great force, and Marcy began crying out immediately, and in just four spanks was in tears.  The blows continued for well over one hundred smacks before Mama decided her hand had had enough.  She stopped and looked down at the deep red texture of Marcy’s skin and with a final spank pushed Marcy to her feet.  Tears were streaming down her face, as she moved her hands behind her to ease the awful pain she was feeling back there.

“I don’t ever want to hear from Samuel that you didn’t give him a top-notch suckin’ from now on, ya’ hear, girl, or next time you’re gonna get it with my paddle.  Get Samuel or Martha to tell you about my paddle some time.  Now, lets’ get you back to the house, so’s you can do some of the housework that comes with bein’ a wife.”

Mama picked up Marcy’s gown, grabbed Marcy’s ear between her finger and thumb, and pushed her out into the store.  Martha and the customer began to look as if they were completing a transaction as Mama spoke.

“Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Fields, but my daughter-in-law needed a lesson in behavin’.  I’ll see you later, Martha.”

Mr. Fields nodded knowingly at her, as Mama pushed the naked teen-ager out onto the sidewalk, pulling her along toward the house, as Marcy moaned, and the pedestrians on the sidewalk chuckled and said good morning to Mama.

Chapter 2

When Sam returned home at 5:30, Marcy was sitting on the couch in the living room, and, as soon as she saw Sam, she burst into tears.  Sam went and sat next to her, putting his arm on her shoulder and asked what was the matter.

“It’s your mother!  She’s been here all day, making me do housework.  I had to scrub the kitchen floor, wash all the windows, sweep the whole house, dust, and water and weed the garden.  She stood over me the whole time, giving me “suggestions” of how to do things better.  She spanked me two more times, real hard, once because she thought I was “dilly-dallying” and once because she thought I was sassing her, when I told her I’d never done any of this before, and I didn’t think I should have to do it all at once.  I’m so sore and she told me when she left that she’d be back tomorrow and show me how to do your laundry.  I hate her!”

“Now, baby, you’ve got to learn this sometime, and Mama wants to make sure you do it right.  I know, ‘cause she used to spank Martha and me for the least little thing, always naked, and sometimes both of us at the same time.  She’s pretty much left me alone, since I got this house and moved away from hers, but she still spanks Martha all the time.  Martha showed me her boobs today where Mama had spanked them with a fly swatter thirty times.  That was ‘cause she’d left the door open, by mistake, when she was bringing in the groceries.  Mama gave her thirty ‘cause she said that was probably how many flies she’d let get in the house.”

“Why would she spank you both at the same time?”

“Well, Mama has this funny rule that it’s all right for Martha and me to suck and lick each other, but fucking is incest as far as she’s concerned, and she caught us doin’ it a couple of times.”

“Do you still do it with her?”

“Fucking, you mean?  Naw!”

“But can’t you talk to her and tell her you don’t want her coming over here, unless you ask her?”

“Oh, no, baby.  She’d tan my hide right here.  Mama don’t take orders from nobody.  Everybody in town knows her, and respects her, but they stay out of her way most of the time.  No, no, don’t you even think of anything like that.  She’ll slow down, when she thinks you’re finally doin’ things the right way.”

Marcy rose from the couch and turning her back to Sam, lifted her nightgown to show him her buttocks.  They were flaming red, still, and she rubbed them softly.

“But look what she did.  I couldn’t sit down until a half hour ago.”

“I’m looking, baby, and I like what I see!  What say we go on in the bedroom?”

Sam rose and, grabbing her arm, began to pull her towards the bedroom.

“No, please, Sam, I hurt bad.  I don’t want to right now.”

“Just remember what Mama said to you this morning, ‘love, honor and obey’, and I need it now!”

NO, no, please, not now!”

“Unless you want that butt of yours a shade redder than it is, you better get that nightgown off now!”

As he was saying this he was tearing his own clothes off, and soon he stood in the middle of the room without a stitch on and his penis at 90 degrees from his body.  Marcy reluctantly shucked her gown and stood facing him as naked as he.  He pointed to his penis.

“I need you to get me more in the mood, baby. Get to suckin’.”

Marcy wanted more than anything to tell him to go fuck himself, but she also didn’t want any additional spanking, so she moved forward and dropped to her knees.  Fortunately for her, Sam really only did want a mood-enhancer, and, in less than two minutes, he was pulling her up and pushing her to the bed. Pushing her to her back on the bed, Sam had his prick buried in her within thirty seconds.  It was not pleasant for Marcy, because no attempt had been made to warm her up, and her vagina was as dry as the Mohave Desert.  It took less than two minutes for him to spurt his seed into her, and then he laid on her and rested for another five.  Considering he’d had two full blow-jobs and fucked Martha once earlier at the store, no one could question his virility.

After he had rested, he rose from the bed and slipped his undershorts on. 

“Did Mama help you get my dinner, too, baby, ‘cause I’m starving.?”

“Yes, she taught me how to make pot roast with all the trimmings.”

Marcy rose and started to put her gown back on.

“Naw, baby, I like it when you’re naked.  Leave the nightgown off.  I might want another go before the night is over.”

Marcy, disgusted, moved to leave the room, but not before Sam had given her a hard swat on her butt as she passed, bringing tears to her eyes.

Chapter 3

Sam was surprised when Marcy rose with him at 7:30 and fixed him breakfast.  As he requested, make that required, she remained without clothing while he was there, putting an apron on while she was frying his eggs, but otherwise, nude.  She thought he was going to try to make love to her again before he left, but he had some orders he had to fill before 8:30, so he gave her a deep kiss, fondled her breast and swatted her still sore behind before he swept out the door.

As soon as he left, Marcy hurried to get dressed and, with the $40 she had taken from Sam’s wallet after he fell asleep the night before, was out the door before 8:30 herself.  She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she was staying away from the house and Mama as long as she could.  She figured if Mama waited an hour or so, she’d probably give up and go home.

She spent an hour or so dawdling in a diner, drinking coffee and eating a doughnut.  Then she went shopping at a few of the dress shops and found herself a couple of pairs of shorts, and three blouses.  She went back to the diner for lunch, having a sandwich and Coke.  At 1:30 she sauntered home.  She was relieved to see that no one was on the front porch, but surprised when she found the front door unlocked.  Walking into the living room, she was even more surprised to find Mama sitting on the couch.

“Bbbut how did you get in?  I locked the door before I left.”

“Well, either I’m magic or I’ve had a front door key since Samuel moved in here.  Where have you been and what have you there?”

“I went shopping and I bought a few shorts and blouses.  I think I have a right!”

“Not when you steal the money to buy it from Samuel!  So, you’re a thief and a floozie.  Take your clothes off this minute.”

“I’m tired of you giving me orders.  Yes, I took money from Sam’s…Samuel’s wallet, because I didn’t have any, and when I asked him for some the other day, he said ’We’ll see.’ And I haven’t gotten any since.  I think I have a right to buy some of my own clothes.”

“The sooner you learn you don’t have any rights, the better off you’ll be.  Now take those clothes off immediately.”

“I won’t!”

Mama was on her like a tiger, and before Marcy knew what was happening, Mama had jerked all the buttons off of her blouse, and she watched as it flowed down her arms.  Almost as quickly, she had yanked the catch on Marcy’s shorts apart and it fluttered to her feet.  She tried to bring her arms up to protect her bra, but Mama reached around and unhooked it in a second, and they both watched it drop to the floor.  Marcy reached to hold her panties up, but Mama was too fast and ripped them down the front.  Defeated, Marcy let go of the torn garment and it, too, dropped to the floor. 

In one fell swoop, Mama grabbed the bags Marcy had brought in, as well as the clothes at her feet, and, crossing to the hearth, threw them into the fireplace.  Grabbing a match from the mantle, she quickly lit it and set the clothing on fire.

“No, noooo, you can’t do that!  Those are my clothes!”

Marcy rushed to stop the fire, but with unexpected strength, Mama held her off.  Shortly they both stood and watched as the bags caught fire and everything was aflame.  Not done Mama rushed upstairs and was soon carrying an armload of dresses and underwear back downstairs to dump in the fire, in spite of a valiant attempt by Marcy to stop her.  Before long, Mama had a mini-bonfire of most of Marcy’s clothes going.  Just to make sure, Mama again went upstairs and went through Marcy’s bureau, and even the dirty clothes hamper and retrieved anything she hadn’t gotten on her first trip.

Mama and Marcy, now in tears and moaning mournfully, watched all of the clothes burn down to ashes.

“Why did you do that?  What am I going to wear now?”

“You don’t wear clothes any more.  Samuel told me, when I went down to the store looking for you today, that you had taken money from his wallet.  He also told me he likes for you to be naked, so you don’t need any clothes any more.  You’ve lost the privilege.  Now, the first thing we’re gonna do after your spanking is to give you a nice big punishment enema.  I went home and got all the paraphernalia while I was waiting for you.”

Mama pulled the reticent teen to the couch and in spite of pleas that she was too sore, turned he over her lap and began a long and painful hand spanking.  The nude girl twisted and turned trying to break free until Mama grabbed her hanging right breast and squeezed.  Marcy cried out, but Mama, ordering her to stop, held on tightly and the squirming girl gave up fighting her.  The beating went on and on and Marcy’s buttocks, still reddish from yesterday’s beating literally turned purple.  Mama had even extended her range down to Marcy’s thighs and they were a vivid red when Mama finished.

By the time she was done, Marcy’s tears had produced a large puddle on the floor, mucous had begun to drip from her nose, and she was whimpering as Mama placed her on her feet.  As soon as she was on her two feet, she began to do a little dance as her hands slid to her backside to try to rub away some of the pain.               

“That spanking was for trying to outlast me today with your shopping trip.  The enema is for stealing money from Samuel.  Have you ever had an enema before?”

“Noooo….ma’am.”

“Well, you’re in for a nice surprise then.  Come on.  Upstairs!  Now!”

Chapter 4

As they climbed the stairs, Marcy leading the way, Mama had an opportunity to see firsthand what her handiwork on Marcy’s tush had wrought.  Being directly behind the young tearful teen, her face was almost on a level with Marcy’s vermillion buttocks.  Mama believed she could even feel some of the heat from Marcy’s flaming backside radiating in her face.

  

When they reached the bathroom upstairs, Marcy saw that, even though she didn’t recognize what all the equipment was for, Mama had set everything up in preparation for her victim. As Marcy stood watching, Mama turned on the hot water spigot and let it run until she could see a bit of steam emanating from the faucet.  She then filled the two quart enema bag almost to the top, and poured some dish-washing soap in, as well as a bit of glycerin from a small bottle Mama had placed on the sink.  Twisting the stopper attached to a long hose into the top of the rubber bottle, she ordered Marcy to get down on all fours on the tile floor.

Embarrassed, and still in tears, Marcy proceeded as ordered, putting herself in the very undignified position, with her ass sticking well up in the air.  Mama applied a little jelly to the large prong at the other end of the hose and very unceremoniously jabbed the menacing black probe between Marcy’s hind cheeks into her rectum.  As she felt this foreign object being jammed into her bowels, Marcy gave a cry of surprise and then a startled howl as she felt the probe going farther and farther up her colon.  When she had inserted the prong as far as it would go, she hung the bottle up on a hook and flipped the lever holding the water in the hose.

Soon Marcy felt a stream of hot soapy water flooding her bowels.  At first, though she could feel the heat of the water, it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. But as the stream wended its way through her colon the heat and capacity of the water began to expand, and she began to whimper and beg Mama to take the hose out.  Mama just stood above her suffering prey and smiled broadly.

Eventually, to the tune of repeated cries and blubbering, all of the soapy water had filled Marcy’s bowels and Mama flipped the lever to close off the hose.  Mama ordered Marcy to stand up, and with straining and pulling she was eventually able to manage to get herself up into a crouched position.  The pain from her bloated stomach prevented her from standing straight.  Mama reached down with her hand and ran it roughly over the front of Marcy’s distended stomach.

“Feels like you’re four months pregnant, girl.  Probably could have gotten another pint in there, but I think this’ll do.”

“Oh, please, let me go to the bathroom.  It hurts so much.  Please!….Pleeease!”

“Oh, no, little doxy, we need to keep it in there for a good fifteen minutes more.  When I used to give Samuel, and still give Martha enemas, I never let them evacuate before ten minutes, but, then, they didn’t steal any money.  That deserves another five minutes, at least, don’t you think?”

Each minute seemed an eternity to Marcy, as the soapy water roiled around in her stomach.  She moaned and groaned and pled, but Mama was enjoying it all.  As the minutes dragged by, Marcy sank to the floor once again and tried to inch her way toward the toilet, but Mama stopped her by reaching under her stomach, slipping her hands together and yanking Marcy back to where she had been.  This action had the effect of putting additional pressure on her already aching stomach, and Marcy let out a shriek that could have been heard across the street.  Eventually Marcy slipped down to lie on the floor on her side, blubbering and muttering.

“You better not be cussing me out, girl, or your butt’s gonna feel my wrath once more!”

An interminable time later, Mama told Marcy she could go to the john, and she crawled over to the toilet.  Mama followed her over and after she was seated, Mama pulled the plug out of Marcy’s rectum, and the flood of soapy brown water began to swoosh into the bowl.  Marcy’s embarrassment at having Mama watching this procedure was just an added part of the punishment.

Mama ordered her to wipe herself (as if she didn’t know, already) and soon, still crying, she arose from the toilet and Mama looking into it, nodded her head knowingly and flushed.

“Now, let’s go down and get some dinner ready for Samuel.  He should be home in an hour or so.”

Chapter 5

Mama showed Marcy how to prepare and cook a meatloaf and roast potatoes and gravy, and it was waiting for Sam when he got home.  Mama had stuck around and couldn’t wait to tell him about what had transpired, since she had left the store.  She was particularly interested in telling him about the enema in great detail, much to Marcy’s great embarrassment and Sam’s great interest.

Interestingly enough, Marcy had gotten used to being naked in front of Mama now, but was still self-conscious showing herself off to Sam.  He loved it, taking great delight in pinching her butt every chance he got, and even stopped her at one point while she was serving his meatloaf and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking away, while Mama was still there.  She just chuckled and watched intently as he sucked and fingered Marcy between her naked slit.   

After supper, Mama and Sam retired to the living room, while Marcy washed, dried and put away the dishes.  While they were in the living room, Mama pointed out that tonight would be the perfect evening to break in Marcy’s virgin anal passage.  Sam explained he’d already thought of that and planned to take advantage of her clean passage.  Having finished the dishes Marcy joined the two, but, before she could sit down (gently, mind you), Sam called her over to his chair and ordered her to turn around so he could see how bad her spanking had been today.  She obeyed, and Sam spent one or two minutes studying her buttocks carefully, poking, prodding and smacking them occasionally.

“Not too bad.  I guess it’s gone down some since Mama spanked you, but I’ve seen Martha’s butt when it was a lot worse than yours.”

Marcy sighed and sat down.  Sam said he thought it was interesting that Martha had found a steady boy-friend, finally.  Mama said she liked this new one, too, because he was very forceful with Martha, and she thought he would make a good husband for her.  Marcy wondered why someone as docile as Martha was, apparently, would end up picking someone who dominated her.  She did not express her feelings though.

Mama finally went home around eight o’clock.  Sam indicated he wanted to take a shower and invited Marcy to join him.  She indicated that she’d rather not, at which point Sam explained he wasn’t asking her, he was telling her.

He took her hand and pulled her up the steps with him.  When she still demurred, he indicated he could begin the process with a spanking if she liked.  She became much more docile and followed him into the bathroom after he had disrobed.

The water felt good running over her body, and she was partially turned on by Sam’s bathing her whole body with soap and then rubbing it off with the wash cloth, until he started working on her buttocks, at which point she screeched and he stopped.  It took some encouragement to get her to reciprocate with the soap and wash cloth, but a stern look from him was all it took to convince her to minister to his needs, as well.

Out of the shower they dried each other off and moved into the bedroom.  Marcy was hoping against hope that Sam would decide to just go to sleep, but knew in the back of her mind, he wouldn’t.  She thought “Well, I can put up with a little love-making tonight, if I have to, but God, I don’t know what all the to-do over it is all about.  I can take it or leave it.”  She was about to find out how wrong she could be.

“Marcy, I want you to get on all fours on the bed, with your butt right on the edge.”

Marcy knew enough about sex to know that one way to do it was “doggy-style.”  “Okay, I guess it shouldn’t be any worse than the missionary position, if that’s what he wants to do,” she thought, and promptly positioned herself as Sam had directed.

“Wait a minute, why is he rubbing goop on me?”  That was the last logical thought Marcy had for the next fifteen minutes.

She suddenly felt Sam’s rigid prick poking in the same area where she’d had her enema today, and Sam was a lot larger than that damn probe had been.  She started to protest, but she only got the word “Wait…” out before the head of Sam’s penis was battering at her back door.  A moment later her anus began to separate and, in spite of Marcy’s screams, Sam’s penis began its insidious path into her rectum.  This was the worst pain Marcy had ever felt, and she began begging Sam to pull out, but he wouldn’t have, even if he had been listening.  He was pushing with all his strength and the progress was minimal.  Pulling back an inch or so, he rammed his prick a little farther into Marcy’s colon.  She was now squealing and trying to pull forward as much as possible, but Sam had her hips firmly in his grasp.

After another two attempts at pulling back and burrowing forth, Sam was finally halfway there.  Marcy’s tears were streaming down her cheeks as the pain became excruciating.  Sam finally gave one more burst and his penis sank all the way in and he sighed in relief.  Marcy, on the other hand, shrieked at the top of her lungs.  A few of the neighbors heard the commotion but thought better of doing anything about it, since it was Mama’s son who lived in the house.

Sam remained with his prick fully inserted for a minute or so, gathering his strength back.  Finally he began an in and out motion, which started Marcy’s agonized suffering once again.  There was one advantage to her being so tight, however, because the friction on Sam’s hard-on was such that he came in less than three minutes, once he started the in-out motion.  Marcy was conscious of the stream of sperm shooting through her bowels, but no happier about her situation.  Sam still had to pull out and that involved more pain.

She felt the prick’s recession and heard the plop as his prick finally broke free, and said a little prayer of thanks, as she lay flat across the bed.  Sam came around the bed and stuck his dying hard-on in her face.

“Clean it off for me, baby.”

“Are you crazy?  You almost kill me with that thing of yours after sticking it in my ass, and you expect me to clean it off.  Go to hell, Sam!”

“What did Mama say?  ‘Love, honor and OBEY!’  Would you rather I spank you now and get Mama over here tomorrow to continue it?  It ain’t gonna be that bad, hon, cause you’re all cleaned out inside.  Now, I think you better do me, if you know what’s good for you.” 

Marcy found the whole idea repugnant, but she’d had enough spankings today to last a lifetime, so she moved her lips up to Sam’s prick, opened it and he did the rest.  Soon his wilting penis was ensconced in her mouth and she was unwillingly sucking on it.  She was relieved to find no excrement on it, just the remnants of the petroleum jelly he’d used and a little secretion.  After a minute or so, Sam pulled his still-limp prick from her mouth and went to put his pajamas on.

Marcy lay there on the bed totally exhausted.  Sam came over to the bed and ordered her to get on her side so he could get under the covers.  He climbed in, gave her a peck on the cheek and, as he was turning over to prepare to sleep, he had some final words.

“I think the next time we try that, I’ll use mineral oil instead.  Maybe that will work better.  ‘Night, baby”