Laurie was furious at her daughter. She felt betrayed, first that she would fuck her husband, and second that she would no longer serve as a brake on his lewd and brutal sexual games.

            Laurie had always counted on Roy not being able to do the things he wanted most of the time because of Megan's presence. Now he would have a free hand, and even if he never touched the girl again Laurie would suffer as a result.

            All because the dirty little slut had a craving for her father's cock!

            Megan was subdued at morning breakfast, but then when she came home from school seemed cheerful and normal. To Laurie, who had been brooding all day, that just fed her rage.

            "Where do you think you're going?" she snapped, when Megan dropped her books off and headed back for the door.

            "I uh, was going out."

            "Get downstairs and do the laundry!" Laurie snapped.

            "I was going to do it later."

            "Do it now!"

            Megan glared in irritation and resentment, then, muttering under her breath, went downstairs to the basement and stated sorting through the clothes there.

            A few minutes later her mother came down, carrying another armload of clothes, and dumped them on top of one of the piles.

            "Don't put it there!" Megan snapped.

            "You watch your mouth," Laurie snapped back.

            "I've already sorted them. You're fucking everything up."

            Laurie slapped her face and Megan gasped in pain, falling back against the big cement sink next to the washer.

            "You watch your mouth," Laurie hissed.

            "You bitch!" Megan sobbed, holding her face.

            "You want another slap, you little slut?"

            "I'm not a slut! It's not my fault if your dirty husband raped me!"

            "Raped you? You whore, you led him on. I saw you humping and grunting like a bitch in heat!"

            "You mean like you were when that nigger was fucking you in the ass?" Megan sneered.

            Laurie turned beat red and felt a haze of rage as the sneering girl glared at her. She jumped forward, slapping at her as Megan tried to twist away and shove her back.

            "Dirty little whore!" Laurie howled.

            "Fuck off! Get off me, you slut!" Megan cried.

            But the enraged woman was too strong for her and when she twisted away from her Laurie gripped her hair and jerked her head back hard, making her scream in pain. Laurie shoved her forward hard, bending her over the edge of the sink which was rapidly filling with water from the washing machine.

            She shoved Megan's face into the water, growling and spitting with rage as she bent the girl down hard.

            "See how you like this, you little slut!" she screamed. "You need your filthy mouth washed out anyway!"

            Megan struggled weakly, trying to throw the furious woman off her back and not succeeding. She held her breath and closed her eyes against the soapy water, trying to push her head up. She succeeded, but only partially since the water was still rising.

            "Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed.

            Laurie kept her fingers tangled in the girl's thick hair, forcing her down. She raised her right hand and started slapping it down on Megan's bottom then, the loud CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! filling the basement along with Megan's yelps and cries of pain.

            "Dirty whore! Take this, slut! You keep your legs closed around my husband!" she screamed.

            "Stop it! Ohwwww! OOhhwwwww!"

            Laurie jerked Megan's pants and panties down, then began to spank her bare bottom. Her hand hurt, but she didn't care. She wanted to punish the girl, and Megan's cries of pain were more than enough to make up for a sore hand.

            The water crept higher, and Megan sputtered and coughed as she turned her head aside to try and keep her mouth out of it. She kicked and jerked and squealed in pain as her mother's hand cracked down on her bare bottom, but could not tear herself free.

            Then Laurie was pulled back so hard she stumbled and fell onto a pile of laundry. Megan pulled herself out of the sink, coughing and wiping the soapy water out of her face.

            "It's a good thing I came home early," Roy said, scowling down at Laurie. "You know I'm in charge of discipline in this house, woman."

            "But she... but she -."

            "I didn't do anything!" Megan cried.

            'It doesn't matter what you did. Whatever it was, it was up to me to punish. You know that," he glared at Laurie.

            Laurie glared back sullenly.

            "She almost fuckin' drowned me!" Megan cried.

            "You watch your foul mouth," Roy snapped. "You get up," he ordered Laurie.

            Laurie stood up, still glaring. Roy glared at the two of them. Megan gripped her pants and tugged them up, but Roy gripped her wrist and jerked her hand away.

            "Don't pull those up. Take them off."

            "But whyyyy!?" Megan cried.

            "Because I'm going to punish you."

            "But she already did!"

            "She had no right to. I'm in charge of discipline."

            "But she did anyway!"

            "I said strip!" he snarled.

            Megan glared at them both resentfully, then pushed her pants down again and took them off.

            "You too," Roy said, turning to Laurie.

            "Me?" she gaped.

            "You know you had no right doing what you were doing. If she did something wrong you shoulda waited and then told me when I got home."

            "But she..."

            "Strip!" he roared.

            He watched the two of them strip their clothes off, not content until both were naked. To him, they were just a pair of cunts, and he intended to make sure there was order around the house, and that they both understood who was in charge.

            He slid the belt out of his pants and doubled it up, slapping it lightly against his hand. Both of them flinched.

            "All right, you bend over that table," he ordered Laurie.

            "But, Roy..."

            "Do what you're told!"

            Laurie padded to the table and bent over, feeling angry and embarrassed that her daughter was seeing her like this, that Roy had seemingly taken her side against his wife.

            Then the belt cut down on her buttocks and she cried out in pain.

            Megan watched, arms folded before her as the belt slashed down on her mother's bare bottom. She felt a smug self-righteous pleasure at the sight of her mother being whipped on the bare bottom, and at the sounds of her screams and cries and sobs.

            Then he stopped and her mother slowly stood up, rubbing her bare bottom tearfully.

            "Now you," he said, motioning Megan forward.

            "But she already spanked me!" she protested.

            "Do as you're told."

            Megan stomped her bare foot, then moved over to the table and bent over, cursing resentfully. The belt hissed through the air and cracked down on her bottom.

            "OOowwww!" she cried.

            Again it cracked down, then again, then again, then again, and she sobbed miserably as her bottom burned with pain. She gripped the opposite side of the table, and her naked breasts pushed down hard against the cold hard wood. Her hips ground against the edge of the table as the belt snapped down.

            But gradually the pain seemed to ease, to dull. Her bottom throbbed with heat, but the pain was a not the sharp, biting sting it had been. She sniffled weakly, then repressed her tears and cries, not wanting to give her mother the satisfaction.

            Go ahead, she thought savagely. It doesn't even hurt.

            And it didn't, well, it did, but she could take it. It wasn't that bad.

            What she didn't know, couldn't know, was how she was annoying her father. He saw her silence as defiance against him, and defiance and insubordination from a slut whore was not something he was going to stand for.

            He stopped, glaring at her, and went over to a cabinet he always kept locked. Megan heaved a sigh of relief and stood up, then turned and sneered insolently at her mother.

            Then Roy came back and scowled at her.

            "Did I tell you to get up?" he demanded.

            "But...I thought..."

            "Don't think, whore."

            He jerked her arms out and produced thick, studded leather cuffs, and quickly buckled them around the confused teenager's wrists. He pulled her along to the center of the room, then reached up to the ceiling beams and a chain fell down. He lifted her right hand and clipped the restraint to the chain.

            "But I didn't do anything!" Megan whined.

            "You'll think twice before you defy me again," he hissed, knocking another chain down from a beam it had been hiding above. Megan saw that both chains were attached to hooks in the beam that she had simply never noticed before.

            Her father lifted her left hand up high, but it wouldn't quite reach the chain. Then he pulled harder, actually lifting her off her toes. She gasped in shock, then as he moved back realized that she was hanging from her wrists now.

            She wriggled helplessly, her mind abuzz with anxiety and confusion.

            Laurie stood back, smirking, and feeling vindicated. Stupid little bitch, she thought. She herself knew that when Roy was spanking her or whipping her bottom with a belt that she had better cry out in pain, otherwise it would only get worse.

            Megan gasped and panted, looking up at the roof, then down at the floor. Her toes wriggled and her arms pulled and flexed as she tried to relief the aching in her arms and shoulders.

            "Now, you slut, you're going to learn what it means to act up around me," Roy said.

            He held a Cat O' Nine tails in his hand, sliding the long leather strips through his hand as he gazed at the lush, nubile young woman hanging there before him.

            "You're going to learn discipline," he said.

            He brought his arm back, then swung it forward.

            Megan was just starting to comprehend that she was in for something more than the belt on her bottom when the nine leather tails lashed down across her back. She felt the impact, which did not seem as heavy as the belt had been, then pain exploded across her back and she shrieked as she jerked and flopped and danced in the chains.

            Roy drew back his arm with a satisfied nod as he watched the girl shake and writhe, and listened to her sobs and cries of pain.

            He lashed out again, cracking the tails across the small of her back and drawing another howl of agony. Again he swung his arm, the tails ripping down on her unprotected buttocks, flinging her forward in violent reaction as she screamed in pain.

            He swung the cat out again, lashing it across her shoulders. Again, across her bottom, then again, across the center of her back, then yet again across her shoulder blades. Megan screamed and shrieked as the sharp, terrible pain tore into her, her back afire with agony as the cat lashed down again and again.

            Her soft white flesh was criss-crossed with angry red welts and cuts as her father lashed it across her buttocks again, then across her back. He halted, watching the shuddering, moaning girl before him with satisfaction mixed with lust. Cunts  had to be shown their place, he believed, and a cunt was what Megan was.

            Laurie had been watching with some satisfaction. She had tasted the pain from the cat herself on many occasions, and knew just how it felt. She sympathized, therefore, but wanted Laurie shown her place as much as Roy did. She was thinking of the girl as a competitor just then, not as a daughter, and didn't want Roy abandoning her for a younger woman.

            Roy walked around in front of her and gripped Megan's hair, jerking her face up. He glared at her intently.

            "Are you sorry for your defiance?" he asked.

            Megan continued to sob helplessly.

            "I asked you a question, slut?"

            "Ye...e...eessss," she sobbed.

            "Good. Maybe we won't have to do this again, then," he said.

            Laurie made a wry face at that. She knew he would find an excuse to do it again, as he did with her. That was okay with her so long as he saved his cock for her.

            And then she got more than she wanted.

            "Come over here," he said to her.

            Laurie moved reluctantly around in front of Megan to stand behind Roy. He let go of Megan's hair and turned towards her.

            "Well, baby, you think we should give this slut a show. She sure seems to like watching it."

            She blinked in confusion, not certain what he meant.

            "Get down on your knees, whore," he said, his hand unzipping his pants.

            "Roy..." she gulped, eyes flicking up to the still whimpering girl hanging there behind him.

            "I said now!" he snarled. "or you'll join your slut daughter up there in chains!"

            She quickly dropped to her knees in front of him as he drew out his hard, thick erection. He seized her hair and tilted her head back then pulled her around so that Megan could get a good view.

            He rubbed his hard cockhead all over her face, then pressed it against her mouth. Laurie reluctantly opened her lips and sucked him in as he gripped her hair tightly and began to fuck her face.

            She fought to control his cock with her tongue, to keep it from jabbing against the entrance to her throat.

            She gripped his cockshaft in one hand and rubbed and massaged his balls with the other as he ran his cock back and forth through her lips. He slapped at the hand on his shaft and she reluctantly slid it off, caressing his balls with both hands as he fucked his cock harder and deeper in her mouth.

            She knew he was going to force it down her throat, that he would want to do it with Megan watching. She hated that, had never gotten used to having his long, thick prong in her throat. She knew also that she had no choice in the matter if she wanted to avoid the cat herself.

            Then his hands were on her shoulders, forcing her down and she took in a deep breath in anticipation of having her breathing blocked. He thrust down sharply and his cockhead hit the back of her mouth, then punched through into her throat, sliding down hard and fast.

            She fought down nausea, as always, and also fought to control her hands, which instinctively wanted to shove him away.

            "That's it, you whore," he sniggered. "Swallow that cock. Suck it down your throat. Dirty cunt pad."

            He buried his prong in her throat, mashing her face against his groin as he turned to leer at Megan. "You'll be swallowing cock soon yourself, whore," he sneered.

            He twisted Laurie's head around cruelly, then gripped it with both hands and began to fuck hard and fast, pumping his cock up and down her throat, squashing her nose against his pelvic bone. He let go with one hand as he drew his cock out, then rubbed the dripping head against her face as she coughed and choked and panted for breath.

            "Wanna see another way it's done, baby?" he grinned at Megan. He moved around behind Laurie, then bent her head far, far back, so her back was arched painfully and she was looking up the length of his body upside down. He pressed his cock against her mouth and shoved down hard, skewering her throat.

            He drove his cock down to the balls and ran a hand over the taut skin of her straining breast, then looked up at Megan. "Bet those fat melons of yours will look good when you're doing this," he grinned.

            Megan's back was still aching fiercely, a sharp, burning, throbbing pain that kept her whimpering and sniffling. But she couldn't take her eyes off the obscene display in front of her. It was too shocking. She had never imagined before that a man could or would force his cock down into a woman's throat.

            She was amazed her mother wasn't killed, and appalled at her father's suggestion that he was going to do the same thing to her.

            She was found this new side of her mother amazing. First the sodomy and fucking she'd witnessed in the kitchen, and now she was kneeling before him sucking his cock and taking it down her throat.

            Megan had never thought of her mother as a sexual creature before, but as she knelt on the floor, back arched so sharply, breasts pushing up and out, and the long thick cock sliding back and forth between her lips, this new and different aspect of her mother became even more significant.

            She watched her father pull his prong out of her mother's mouth and rub the head over her face. Then he reinserted it, and Megan watched, imagining the progress of the thick cockhead as it went down her mother's throat.

            Why, as long as his cock was it must practically be in her chest! Megan watched, spellbound, almost forgetting her aching back and arms and shoulders.

            Again he pulled the big cock free, this time pulling her mother to her feet in front of him.

            "Bend over and grab your ankles," he ordered the coughing woman. He shoved her and she groaned as she bent over and grabbed her ankles.

            He ran a hand over her bottom and then shoved a finger into her pussy, pumping it in and out as he gazed at Megan's lush body. He fisted his cock, squeezing it in his fingers, then pressed the hot head into her crack, gripped her hips, and buried it in one long slow thrust as the girl watched.

            He began pumping into her, using long, deep strokes, eyes boring into Megan's as he slid his moist cock back and forth in Laurie's fuck hole. "See this?" he said. "This is what you were made for. This is what a woman's job is. It's all cheap sluts like you two are good for."

            He pumped harder and faster, thrusting his cock deep into Laurie on each stroke, then tearing it almost free.

            Then he halted, sliding his prick out. He turned and stepped over to Megan, then slid his hands under her fat breasts. He squeezed them, mashing the flesh up and out, twisting it in circles. He bent and sucked hard on one nipple, taking it and a chunk of flesh into his mouth and chewing roughly as his hand slid down between her legs.

            He rubbed his fingers up and down her slit as he shifted his mouth to her other nipple. Again he opened his mouth wide and closed it on a chunk of hot breast meat, then sucked and chewed as he worked over her nipple with his tongue.

            He lifted his head and looked into her blinking fluttering eyes. "You got great fuckin' tits," he sighed, then bit down on her nipple, grinding it between his teeth.

            He reached down and took his cock, then rubbed the head up and down against her slit. "Feel how wet my cock is, baby? It's got your mother's cunt juice on it," he sniggered.

            He lifted her left leg up, then forced his cock up into her to the hilt.

            She gasped and jerked helplessly, appalled, yet at the same time strangely aroused as his cock was forced up deep into her belly.

            He gripped her thigh with his right hand, his left gripping her hair and jerking her head back and to one side. He bit down on the side of her throat, sucking and lapping at her like a werewolf, then pulled her face against his and pressed his lips against her own.

            His tongue slid into the surprised girl's mouth and flitted about inside as he humped up into her, sawing his cock back and forth between her straining pussy lips.

            He let go of her head and seized her bottom in both hands, lifting her legs and pulling them wide as he began to hammer his cock up into her guts. She grunted and moaned, whimpering anxiously as he held her tightly and fucked up into her. She did not like him fucking her, but could do nothing to stop him.

            Yet despite her dislike, her pussy began to quiver and respond to the hard fucking. Maybe it was watching her mother being fucked in the throat and pussy, but her belly was warm and fluttery even before he had stepped up to her, and now, as his cock thrust up hard into her guts, she could only jerk and moan and try to repress the outpouring of sex-heat that was flooding her insides.

            Her bottom hurt, and her back, and her shoulders, but her pussy felt sooooooo nice, and that pleasure was beginning to overpower the pain and discomfort she was in.

            She began to remember all her sexual fantasies, the fantasies she had masturbated, the fantasies that had almost all involved her being tied up or bound in some way, and those fantasies came alive in her mind as her father pounded his cock into her with violent sexual hunger.

            Even hanging from her wrists, her toes a couple of inches off the floor, she was shorter than her father, so he had to stoop a little to fuck her, and his cock was rubbing very hard across the top of her pussy.

            Where her clit was.

            It was sawing back and forth between her sex lips with hard, powerful motions, grinding her sensitive flesh beneath it as he chewed on her throat or forced his tongue into her mouth. She forgot about the pain and embarrassment in her burning lust. She pretended she was the captive of evil pirates, and after being hung from the wrists and whipped, was no being cruelly raped.

            The fact that this was not far from the truth only made her lust burn all the hotter.

            She slid her legs around him and instinctively began to work her muscles, pulling him in then relaxing as he stroked. He growled, his hands moving over her burning buttocks, then sliding up her belly and mashing her swollen breasts. His tongue shot into her mouth and tangled with her own.

            She kissed him back, mashing her lips against his as passion overwhelmed her. She grunted and moaned in pleasure, the heat building up inside her, making her skin feel raw and tender, making her pussy almost ache with the tingling pressure.

            Then she came, jerking her head back and grunting in pleasure as her pussy sucked and chewed on her father's cock.

            "Hah," he laughed. "Lookit her come! The little whore's goin' off like a firecracker!"

            He thrust up violently, ramming his cock up into her spasming guts as she trembled and jerked and gurgled in pleasure.

            Laurie stood up behind him, glaring resentfully at her mewling, whining daughter and her husband's hard pumping hips. She watched him sucking and chewing on her throat and her eyes rolling and glazing in ecstasy and wished she could pick up the cat and lash her face.

            Roy gave a series of hard, deep thrust, throwing the whimpering, groaning girl back in the chains, then pulled out and let her legs flop down.

            He turned and glared at Laurie. "Who the fuck told you to stand up, slut?"

            "Well it didn't look like you wanted anything to do with me," she sulked.

            "I'll show you what I'm gonna do with you, bitch," eh said, gripping her hair and forcing her to bend over again. "Grab those ankles, slut."

            He walked across to the cabinet and drew out a long, thin piece of wood, flexible and round, it hissed through the air as he swung it around. He walked back to his wife then without warning lashed down across her bare bottom.

            She cried out in pain and burst into tears. He lifted it and lashed down again. The rod made a loud hiss as it cut through the air, then a dull thwap as it impacted against her flesh. Again she cried out in pain, then again, and again, and again as he rained blows on her upturned buttocks.

            He tossed the stick down then and pressed his cock against her anal opening. "Feel how greasy and wet my cock is, bitch? It's your daughter's cunt juice on it. She ain't mine, but there ain't no doubt the little whore is yours. Feel her cunt juice against your ass? You're gonna feel it up inside your ass in a minute."

            He pressed forward, forcing his cockhead through her anal opening, then grinding and jerking it from side to side and back and forth as he worked it deeper. He slapped at her bottom occasionally, then thrust forward at the same time. She grunted and moaned and sobbed as he crammed his tool up her ass, hating him and her daughter both in that instant.

            He buried his cock in her anal hole and began pumping, snickering and slapping her buttocks as he skewered her anal tunnel. "Maybe this is all you're good for now, huh, slut? You're pussy ain't near as tight as that young piece up there. Maybe this is the only way I'll fuck you any more, huh, this and your throat. You'll have to beg on your hands and knees if you want my cock up your pussy again."

            He fucked into her ass with violent movements, then reached down and gripped her by the hair, jerking her upright, pulling her back against him. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them as he sucked and chewed on the nape of her neck, then her raised his hands, sliding them up behind her neck and pulling back, forcing her arms up and out like she was being crucified.

            He bent her upper body back, arching her back again, grinding his hips into her buttocks as he twisted his cock around inside her belly. He turned and gazed at the watching teenager. "Lookit this, slut? Want my cock up your ass too?"

            He sniggered, then bit down on his wife's ear, making her cry out in pain. He pumped his cock rapidly, drilling her rear hole as he leaned back, pulling her, bending her even further back.

            "Your mother loves it up the ass. Don't  you, whore?" he growled. "Don't you?" he snarled, jerking back hard. "Yesss," she sobbed.

            He let go of her arms, gripping her hair to hold her back, squeezing her breasts, then sliding his hand down her belly and in between her legs. He sawed his fingers rapidly up and down her pussy slit and ground his hips into her again.

            "You know you love it," he hissed in her ear.

            And she did, she thought. God help her, but she always had. She didn't know why. She hated it. But she couldn't resist it, couldn't resist his hard, brutal sex. It was what she lived for.

            And standing there in front of her nude, hanging daughter, she felt the heat soaring inside her as Roy's cock spiked up into her ass, and despite the loathing she felt for her weakness she began to moan in pleasure and rut back against him.

            She ground herself down on his fingers, reaching down with both hands to press his hand up more firmly against her snatch. Her body undulated in a sensual dance of passion and lust, and her head rolled slowly as she groaned in bliss and delight.

            Roy thrust up into her with hard, savage strokes, impaling her on his stone-hard prick, ramming it up into her so hard each stroke almost lifted her off her feet. He bit down on her throat and growled with triumph and victory as she came around his cock, as he felt her insides spasming and squeezing.

            He felt like a caveman...in total possession of his woman...no, women, for both were  his belongings, his cunts, made for his use. He rammed his cock into her with total abandon, crushing her buttocks as he forced his prick into her guts.

            Then he came, pouring cum up into her belly, spurting out thick white wads of juice to fill her with its steaming heat.

            Megan, watching intently, could only wish, however secretly, that it was her there on the floor being ass fucked. She longed to feel her father's hard cock inside her again, to feel his hips slamming into her thighs, his hands on her breasts.

            She didn't know why exactly. She had always dreamed of being fucked hard, of being used. Seeing her mother being so savagely taken by her father and his friends had simply brought that fantasy to life, and now, here she was being hung from the wrists, raped and whipped, and forced to come and come. It was wild, hot, passionate sex with no guilt or fear, and she was quickly finding herself becoming addicted to it.

            She hated it, and thought she must surely be sick. But her eyes were bright with a feverish sexual lust as she watched her mother squirm and her father ramming his prick into her ass.