Disclaimer
This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are
entirely fictitious.
"Now what did I tell you more than once, over and over again, about wearing
that sinful makeup to church? Didn't I say that only a loose woman of the
street would put that awful stuff on her face and appear in public, especially
in the House of God?" Reverend James Strong had his face six inches from the
little face full of tears of his younger daughter Ruth. The 7-year old had been
confronted by her father as soon as the family arrived home from the morning
service at the Community Church of Christ's Love where James was the minister
and shepherd of his flock.
Tears streamed down the cheeks of the pretty child whose lips were shaded a
delicate rose-red with a touch of lipstick she had shoplifted from the store
the day before. The Sims family, including the Reverend's wife and 3 daughters,
were forbidden to use makeup by the father. As always, he seemed to be able to
quote a scrap from his Bible to justify any of his actions, including the
punishing of his wife and children for infractions of his rigid code of
conduct.
"I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry. I won't do it again, daddy, not ever again. Please
don't hit me daddy, I won't do it again." the child sobbed.
"That's what you said before. And what your wanton sisters say. And even your
mother, who should know better. Well, if I have to beat these sinful ways out
of you, I will follow the Bible advice to never spare the rod and spoil the
child. Now you get to your room and take off your good clothes and then come
back in here for your punishment. And Donna, you and Esther and Eve, you change
your clothes and come back in here to watch what happens when a wifllful child
disobeys her father who is trying to see that his family follows the path of
righteousness and good."
The crying Ruth turned and fled from the living room, as did her sisters, 12-
year old Eve and 15-year old Esther. Donna looked at the hard face of her
husband and softly pleaded, "Oh, James, please don't hit her too hard. She's
such a little thing, and I know she won't do it again."
"Now Donna, we have been over this and over it, and you know we must hold fast
and be firm to guide our children in the proper way. And don't forget, I know
that you knew she was going to the House of God with that horrible mess on her
lips, and you did nothing to prevent it. But I will tend to you later. Now go
change!" he replied. "And then bring me a glass of buttermilk. Punishing you
and the girls always tires me out and makes me thirsty."
Donna changed into a shapeless sack dress of muted brown, then went to the
kitchen. She took the ever-present buttermilk from the refrigerator and poured
out a glass full. From the time she had met James in college, he had always
wanted buttermilk to drink, saying that it was closer to God's way than any
other drink. She hesitated, looking at he small bottle she had carried into the
kitchen, filled with a clear liquid.
She had obtained the powerful narcotic from her sister who worked at the
pharmacy. She had decided to acquire it and have it ready if she ever decided
to go ahead with the plan that she and the girls had discussed. So after the
last round of punishment the previous week, when Eve and Esther had be
disciplined for wearing "wanton clothing" to school, she had taken action to
prepare. While she and Ruth watched, he husband had told the girls to disrobe
as usual, and then had pulled off his leather belt and proceeded to "cleanse
them sin" by swinging the belt in his powerful hands and arms, striking again
and again the lovely young bodies. As their father beat them and the children
screamed in agony, Donna had finally resovled to end this madness. As she had
watched the angry red welts appear on the legs and breasts and buttocks of her
daughters, she knew what she had to do.
Donna opened the small bottle and poured the liquid into the buttermilk. Linda
had told her that it was tasteless and fast-acting, and that whoever swallowed
that amount at one time would become unconscious within one minute and be out
for a half an hour.
When she returned to the living room with the glass of buttermilk, she found
her youngest standing in the middle of the floor completely naked, weeping
uncontrollably and begging her father not to hit her. James was standing with
his belt in his hand.
"There is no use begging Ruth. You knew you were sinning when you did this
despicable thing in direct defiance of my orders, and now you will have to pay
for your sin."
"Here is your buttermilk, darling, you need to drink it now so you won't get
thirsty doing God's work." Donna held out the glass to her husband.
He drank the buttermilk without taking his eyes from his nude daughter. He
handed the glass back to Donna, then turned to his older daughters.
"Now I want you two to watch and learn. You will obey God's commands or I will
whip you all until you can't stand up. Watch and learn from the justice of
God's will!"
He pulled his hand back and up, ready to bring the heavy belt whistling in
agony against the smooth skin of his youngest child. He hesitated, blinked,
dropped his hand, lifted it, dropped it, and staggered slightly. He shook his
head to clear it, then took a step toward the sofa, another, then dropped the
belt and sat down heavily. "I don't--I, uh--" he mumbled, then his hands
dropped, his head lolled to the side, and he was unconscious.
When James slowly swam back to reality, he first saw the pretty smiling face of
his wife. "How do you feel sweetheart?" she asked.
James shook his head and tried to sit up. He had difficultly doing so because
his hands were tied tightly together with duct tape. The same gray taped was
wrapped around his ankles . He could move very little.
"What is going on Donna?" he glowered. "Take this tape off me this instant!"
James said, raising his voice to his usual command level. Donna helped him sit
up, gently putting his hands in his lap. He realized then that he could see his
wife's naked breasts.
"Just what do you think you are doing? Cut me loose at once, do you hear me?
You will pay dearly for this outrage! And cover yourself up!" James shouted.
Then it dawned on him that he was sitting nude from the waist down, and his
penis was exposed.
His wife of 17 years smiled serenely at her loving husband. "Why nothing, dear,
it just seems that something has happened to change the situation in our home.
But don't worry, darling, the girls and I will help you to adapt to your new
way of life, won't we girls?"
When Donna said that, the 3 girls, completely nude, walked into the room
giggling at the sight of their naked father. They carried clothes and makeup
cases, and spread them out on the living room rug as their trussed-up father
sat bug-eyed at the sight of his daughters' naked bodies.
After James had passed out, Donna had explained to her daughters what was going
on and asked them for their cooperation in making changes in how the household
would operate with some new rules.
Dubious at first, 15-year old Esther was the first to really understand what
was happening. She had been whipped and beaten by her father the longest, so
she was the most prepared to channel her thoughts into approving what her
mother had done and becoming eager to help.
"Wow, mom, you mean daddy won't be able to do anything to hurt us? " Esther
asked as the 3 girls and Donna sat at the kitchen table discussing their plans.
"No sweetheart, he can't do a thing about what is happening. After we get
through with him, we will have complete control of him, just like he has had
such control over me and all of you. We can basically make him do anything we
want."
"But mommy, isn't that being mean to daddy, to not let him do what he wants?"
little Ruth asked.
"Well, sweetheart, has daddy ever been a little bit mean to us? Like when he
was ready to take his belt and whip you and whip you a while ago? Was that
mean?" Donna said.
"Oh it hurts when daddy whips me mommy. It really really hurts a lot." the
little girl replied thoughtfully.
"Well, my darlings, I think we can set it up so that your father will never be
able to whip any of us again. Not me or any of you. Would you like that?" Donna
asked.
Her daughters looked at each other and all spoke: "Oh yeh! No more whippings?
Awesome! What do we have to do?"
"Well here is my plan. I know that you girls have hardly had any chance to
learn about sex, I mean about having sex for fun, and not how awful your daddy
thinks sex is. But I for one plan to do some things that your father would
disapprove of."
"Like what mom?" 12-year old Eve asked.
"Well, like wearing some sexy clothes for one. I am really tired of going
around on old baggy dresses. I want to buy some shorts and tops and wear some
jewelry and makeup, and maybe have somebody fuck me more than once a month!"
Donna said.
"Oh mommy you said a bad word! You will get punished for that!" Ruth exclaimed.
"No sweetie, I won't" Donna laughed, "not anymore I won't. When we get through
with your father he won't dare raise his voice to me or tell what I can or
cannot do. Or you girls either, if you go along with our plan."
"Wow, it would almost be worth it to be able to tell daddy to go fuck himself
when he tells me I can't go to the school dance!" Esther laughed.
"Oh mommy, Esther said 'fuck'!" Ruth said.
Donna and the two older girls laughed.
Eve said, "I think it will be kind of fun to say bad words in the house around
daddy and he can't punish us or anything! Damn that is great!"
"Can I say fuck too mommy?" Ruth piped.
"Honey, you can say fuck all you want to and in front of your daddy." Donna
laughed.
"So, mom, how do we work this?" Esther asked.
"Well, here is what I thought. In order to control your father after he
recovers, we want to have something on him that will destroy him and send him
to jail if he doesn't do what we want, OK? And since he has 3 beautiful
daughters, I think the best thing would be to use the camera to take photos of
your father sexually abusing his little girls."
"You mean, like show daddy fucking us?" Eve asked.
"Well, fucking, yes honey, but not just fucking you, but him making you kiss
his penis and shooting his semen on your faces." Donna said.
"Oh gross!" Eve responded.
"Oh I see mom, the more gross the better, right? So we get naked and have daddy
put his hands all over our bodies, and we kiss him and play with his penis and
kiss it and suck it while you take pictures, right? Damn, that would be cool!
And then he wouldn't dare do anything or it would be off to jail, right?"
Esther laughed.
"And I can just see us girls in the courtroom sitting in our little dresses up
to the neck and down to the ankles and telling how our daddy made us spread our
legs and put his big penis in our little vaginas and forced us to suck his
penis-I mean prick-- and put his head between our legs and do oral sex. God,
mom, he really will be helpless won't he?" Eve laughed.
Now James was raging, trying to pull loose from the tape.
"Oh you are going to pay for this! All of you are going to get the whippings of
your lives! You will---"
His speech was cut off abruptly as Donna placed a long strip of duct tape over
her husbands's mouth, shutting off his voice. "No my dear, you are going to
pay, pay for all the pain and misery you have given to us for years! Now just
sit there and watch the little movies and the slideshow that we prepared for
you while you were asleep."
She clicked the remote and the TV screen came alive. The first thing that James
saw was a picture of himself sitting nude on the sofa, his legs spread, with
his youngest daughter kneeling naked between his legs, her hands tied behind
her back. Ruth's little face was screwed up in anguish, tears in her eyes, her
mouth only an inch from the swollen glans of her father's erect penis. It was
obvious to any viewer that the man in the photo was forcing the child to
perform felllatio on him.
The next picture showed Eve lying on the sofa naked, her legs spread wide,
while her father kneeled with his head between the child's thighs, performing
oral sex on her as she sobbed.
As the slideshow continued James struggled to free himself, to no avail.
Picture after picture appeared on the screen showing James forcing his children
to have sex with him. The girls were weeping all the time as their father put
his penis in their mouths and rubbed it across their genitals. He kissed and
sucked the children's young breasts and buttocks and vulvas. And most
despicable of all, James was shown ejaculating on the girls' faces.
Donna clicked off the TV and smiled at her husband. "So you see, darling daddy,
if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison getting butt-fucked
by bubba or having a shank slipped into your ribs, you will do exactly what I
say. And don't ever forget that copies of these photos are safely hidden away
and will be brought to the police if you ever abuse or threaten us again. Is
that clear, sweetheart? You will do exactly what I tell you, or you die in
misery, OK? If you understand, nod your head and I will take off the tape."
The murderous rage in his eyes disappeared as James began to fully understand
what had happened. The thought of being imprisoned was bad enough, but the
vision of himself bent over a prison table, a burly guy standing behind James
with his big penis shoved up into his small anus, was the key that dissolved
all of James' will to resist. Like all bullies, he was terrified at the thought
of a bigger bully beating on him while buttfucking him. He knew that his only
escape was to do what his wife wanted. He began to weep uncontrollably.
Donna reached out to pat his shoulder. "There, there, my darling, don't worry.
Things are goind to be different, but if you behave you will be fine, OK? And
you may even enjoy some of the activities that the girls and I have planned.
Now do you want me to untie you?"
James looked tearfully at his wife, all resistance gone, eager to have this
nightmare end. He nodded yes.
Donna pulled the tape from his mouth.
The first words out of her husbands mouth was, "Why? Why are you doing this
terrible thing to your husband and your children's father?" he cried with tears
in his eyes.
Donna smiled at him. "Because we are tired of your arrogant, know-it-all
attitude, and really tired of being whipped and beaten for everything that you
think is a sin. Now, no more whippings in this house unless it is you being
whipped. And I would not be surprised if your daughters take your belt and beat
the hell out of you for all the times you have beaten them."
She pulled off the tape binding his hands and feet, and knew that she had won
when the strong tyrant who had caused so much pain just sat sobbing, his face
in his hands.
And now Donna and her girls put the plan into effect. As their docile father
watched, they opened the makeup cases and used the contents to enhance their
natural beauty. Then the 3 youngsters removed their conservative clothing and
and stood completely naked in front of their father.
Donna sat down next to her husband. "Well, what do you think sweetheart? Do you
like the new look of your pretty young daughters? Do you like their cute little
pussies? How about some growing boobies? And awfully nice butts don't you
think? Gosh, Rev, I bet the sight of all this gorgeous young flesh will really
get their daddy's prick big and hard, hunh? Too bad you didn't get to enjoy
fucking and sucking them while you were drugged."
While she talked, Donna reached out and grasped her husbands's cock and began
to slowly stroke it as it stiffened. "Show daddy your pretty pussies, my
darlings."
The girls looked at each other and giggled, then spread their legs and put
their hands on their hips, smiling at their father. Esther's teen mound was
covered with a wedge of curly brown hair, while Eve had just a faint shadow of
blonde hair covering her little pussy. Ruth's little mound was completely
hairless, the line bisecting her cunt lips straight up to her lttle tummy and
down to her ass. As he looked, James was on automatic, his prick standing up
stiffly as he looked at his naked daughters while his wife stroked his cock.
Esther, the oldest and the one who had been abused and whipped by their father
the longest, was the first to really lose her natural inhibitions around her
daddy, and began to allow the fear and loathing start spewing out in words and
actions.
"What is wrong, daddy dear? Are you ashamed that your little girls that you
have beaten and whipped might now have the advantage? With you all fucked up
and mom jacking you off? Don't you want to fuck us now, daddy? Fucking us would
be more fun than whipping us for a normal daddy, but you aren't normal are you
daddy? "
"Oh mom, this is so awesome! I can't believe we won't have to be scared of
daddy any more! We can do what we want, and he won't do a thing about it, will
he?" Eve asked.
Donna laughed. "No sweetie, your father will not do a goddamned thing if you
want to have fun for a change, even fucking and sucking fun like other kids
enjoy. Now let's get to work on making some changes around here, OK?"
The naked mother held out her arms and her equally nude daughters rushed to hug
her and each other in a spontaneous gesture of love and affection.
Within a month the transformation of the Strong household was complete. Donna
had known that her husband was the grantee of a trust fund from his
grandfather's estate, but she had never been allowed to see any of the
documents. Now she simply ordered James to go to the bank and bring all the
information to her, and she discovered that he had more than $300,000 in cash
and about a million in bonds.
"You sonofabitch, James, all these years of scrimping and scraping, and you
didn't tell us we were actually well off? What an asshole! You are a miserable
asshole, aren't you James? You are a worthlelss piece of shit! Say it! Say "I'm
an asshole". Say it or I will whip you again!" Donna shouted.
James sat at kitchen table where the papers were spread out, weeping. He raised
his tear-stained face. "I'm an asshole," he croaked in a weak voice.
"Damned right you are!"
The changes in the girls had not stopped with finally dressing like the other
kids at school. Donna stopped at an Adullt Botique and purchased a variety of
videos and sexual devices of all sorts. She was determined to teach herself and
her girls how to enjoy life free from their cretinous father's rigid rules.
Her first meeting with her daughters to explore their sexuality was very
instructive. She ordered her husband to sit and listen and not say a word
unless she gave him permission. When they were seated in the living room, Donna
told the girls to remove their clothing, and they did so quickly and eagerly.
Donna let her robe fall and stood nude as well.
"Now then my darlings, let's begin at the beginning. Don't be bashful or
embarrassed about anything. Your asshole daddy won't be able to interfere with
us in any way, and whatever we talk about won't be nearly as sinful as his
whipping us was, OK?"
The girls all nodded.
"OK then, when I was about 5 your Aunt Jennifer taught me how to masturbate,
and I have been doing it in secret ever since. Do you girls mastubate now?"
"Does masturbate mean to like rub myself between my legs mommy?" Ruth asked.
"Yes sweetheart, that's right, rubbing and making yourself so fucking good!"
Donna laughed. "Now spread those lovely legs so you can get your hands on a
sweet little pussy, and your mommy will show you how much fun you can have
masturbating."
As her pretty daughters began to stroke and caress their gorgeous young
pussies, Donna envisioned the happy times ahead and began to rub her own stiff
clit, thinking about all the enjoyment she was going to have teaching her girls
how to suck and fuck while her husband watched helplessly. What fun to come!
And cum some more!