My Divorce Forced Me Into Hell 3

The abuse at the hands of my stepfather starts on the family

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The girls slipped their shirts back on as I sunk to me knees in front of my stepfather. His fat, ugly cock hung outside his jeans, already hard and bringing back memories. As the girls and my mother walked past us several times with boxes, it was not me sucking his dick. It was my stepfather face fucking me. He had both hands on the side of my head and he was ramming his cock into my mouth. I was gagging, crying while having flashbacks of my teen years.

At one point, I reached my hands up to his hips, trying to push away. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, slapping me with an open hand, sending pain shooting through me head. I put my hands down and he again grabbed my head and pushed his cock down my throat. My daughters and Mom walked past us six or seven times before he pulled his cock out, grabbing it and started to shoot thick ropes of cum across my face.

“Don’t wipe it off and help your Mom with the rest of your shit,” he said.

I rose to me feet and went outside to the moving trailer. My girls just looked at my cum face.

Exactly at 8, I went down the stairs to the basement and to the door where my life had been ruined so many years ago. The handle was the same as I remembered and I turned the knob, walking into The Room. I was scared but happy my daughters would not experience what happened in this room this night.

I could barely make my legs work as I walked into The Room. My stepfather stood in the middle of the room, already naked. To my horror, my daughters stood in one corner.

“Welcome,” my stepfather said. “I decided to invite your girls tonight so they can see what happens when rules are broken in this house. Now, everyone strip down to their panties and we can get started.”

The girls started to cry but took off their shirts and shorts. Aimee had typical teen panties on, cut high on the hip and showing way too much of her ass. Julie, the younger one, had on panties with a rose showing in the crotch area. As I stripped down, I realized I had wore somewhat old lady panties tonight. My stepfather looked with lust at my girls standing there and then shifted his eyes to me standing there in my white panties.

“Ok,” he said. “New rule for the house. Everyone is to wear thong panties all the time. They can only be a string up your ass and a small patch of fabric covering your pussy. This rule goes into effect tomorrow and I will check everyone. Does everyone understand?”

None of us spoke but I did shake my head.

“Next up tonight is a question for the girls,” he said. “Did either of you know your Mom was fucking around on your dad? Did you know she was slutting around and opening her legs up?”

Julie immediately shook her head in the negative. I looked at Aimee standing there.

“I knew,” said Aimee. “I saw her and the guy one time going into a motel in town when I skipped school to get a coffee with friends.”

“Did you tell you dad,” my stepfather asked?

“No,” she replied. “I never told anyone.”

I was horrified to find my daughter had seen my going into a sleazy motel. My lover and I had used the same motel about six times and it was out of the way and during the day. I never thought anyone would ever see us at that time.

“Your mother must realize her actions have consequences for not only herself but for the whole family,” my stepfather finally said. “Place yourself over the bench for keeping this secret from your father.”

Aimee started to walk towards the bench.

“No,” I cried out. “Punish me. This is not her fault. Do what you want to me.”

Aimee laid herself over the bench. I wanted to run and stop him but found myself unable to move due to fear. My stepfather deliberately walked over to the wall and removed a thin leather belt. He then walked over to Aimee, placed his finger at the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down to just below her ass.

“Being truthful is important in this house,” he said. “You will receive five strokes with the belt for not telling anyone about your slut Mom. I expect both you girls to always tell your grandmother and me the truth all the time, especially when it comes to your whore mother.”

With that, he lifted his arm and the first blow came crashing down on my daughter. She screamed in pain as a red mark immediately appeared on her butt. The second blow followed immediately. Aimee was crying by this time as the third went seemed to hit harder and caused a welt. He waited for the fourth and when the fifth one finally came, Aimee was sobbing.

“Get up and return to your sister,” he commanded.

Aimee got up from the bench, wincing in pain as she pulled her panties up and over her beaten ass.

“Now Robin, I seem to remember you love the larger belt on your ass,” he said to me. “Take off those ugly panties and get your ass over the bench. You will receive 20 strikes but after 10 we will take a break for you to masturbate for us here in the room. I remember you used to squirt quite far and I want your daughters to see how you do that.”

Almost in a trance, I felt myself taking down the white panties and walk towards the bench.