When her father died, the insurance payout was considerable. Being a Senior Consultant at the local hospital meant that the payout was over half a million pounds. Coupled to the pension Brenda was entitled to, it was more than enough to pay off the mortgage of the five bedroom detached house situated on a large plot to leave them a cash sum which meant that her mother didn't have to work for a living. All of this information made John even more determined to make his relationship with Brenda become even more secure. He planned to eventually marry Brenda, which would give him free access to her money, give him a claim on the capital tied up in the house and provide a cover for his sexual intentions towards Fiona.

Fiona was developing into a very shapely pretty girl. She had entered puberty early and had her first period a month or so after her tenth birthday and had sprouted a fine down between her legs and her body was filling out, her tits were steadily forming and though still not yet eleven years of age she was already wearing a training bra to hold her growing 26AA bust. Brenda was initially able to help her through this emotional time but with increasing difficulty, as her alcoholism took over her life. Fiona had to deal with her mental and emotional problems on her own.

Brenda was drinking excessively, encouraged by John at every instance to take just one more drink. He had soon ascertained that she had made no will disposing her estate in the event of her death and this played directly into his hands. He would ensure that once they were married, a new will would leave all to him and that way he could inherit everything once she had drunk herself to death. Within two months of beginning their relationship, he had totally sexually dominated Brenda to the extent that she would do whatever he said without query and Fiona grimaced whenever her mother would obey his words of command.

John had nothing but contempt for Brenda and would slowly destroy her reputation in the community whilst slowly establishing his own as a caring, understanding man who truly loved her and wanted to help her through tough times. Brenda's dress style was constantly commented on and when they did meet friends and acquaintances, it was always Brenda who was curt enough to claim it was her decision to dress in anyway she wished. John cleverly pretended to be the long suffering, loving partner of a woman who had problems and needed help.

He would tell them that she was difficult to persuade to change her dress sense, that he would be there to support her and extended this to pretend to have concerns for Fiona's well being, saying Brenda had all but abandoned looking after her daughter. Consequently, he was steadily projecting himself as the kind man with the patience needed to help Brenda back to a normal life. He was seen as an exceptionally nice man and just what Brenda needed in her life. Just three months into their relationship, they had become formally engaged.

Fiona, however, knew the real personality behind the projected façade. She feared for her mother, even for herself, but no-one would believe a ten year old child. John was far too crafty and knew exactly how to shape opinion to his advantage. He knew that once he was married to her, his reputation would be enhanced by his obvious love and commitment for this drunken woman whom the community would continue to both pity and treat with contempt.

Her mother continued to dress like a slut, controlled and dominated as she was by a man who firmly proceeded to take over her waking hours and kept her in a constant drunken state. On one evening, just after they were engaged they went out to the cinema and he insisted Brenda have Fiona accompany them as though they were a family unit. Fiona was too afraid to say no and went with them hiding her head in shame.

John instructed her mother to wear a top so low cut, that her braless tits were falling out of the front, together with a tight red pvc mini skirt that barely covered her arse. Her black seamed stockings and suspenders were blatantly displayed as was her bare shaved cunt each time she moved. By now she was able to wear 5" stilettos and in her now near permanent inebriated state, she considered her attire very sexy.

John refused to let her mother wear a coat and Brenda saw nothing wrong with this. Whatever he said, she did but Fiona thought it looked cheap and could only attract nothing but sniggers and comments. As they left the house, the neighbour across the road was looking out of the upper window and Brenda cupped and waggled her tits at him shouting in a loud intoxicated voice

"If you've got it, flaunt it!" before sliding into the car and giving him an open flash of her shaved cunt.

John pretended to try and calm her down, looking apologetically at the neighbour, even shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders, as though to indicate how difficult it was to be with Brenda and stop her making a fool of herself. The neighbour nodded his head, believing this act and John scored another point in his favour with the neighbours. Then he carefully helped Fiona into the rear of the car, giving the impression of an adult who truly cared for the girl's happiness.

When they arrived, Fiona kept her eyes cast down at the floor as they walked from the car to the cinema and all the time whilst they queued for the tickets, the comments she heard made her cringe. John chose seats on the back row against the side wall and let Brenda walk ahead of him up the stairs. It was not the prettiest sight to behold. Her large rump swaying on 5" heels and a bare cunt, winking with every step she took.

Brenda tried to pull her skirt down as it rode up but a sharp word from John kept her hands away and when they sat down, Brenda was against the wall, John was in the middle and Fiona was to his left. Fortunately, there were a number of empty seats to her left but once the lights went down, John tapped Brenda just once on her neck.

She immediately took out her tits, hitched her tight skirt up over her hips and sat with her legs up on the seat in front, open wide for anyone who wished to see her naked cunt. Fiona new what was likely to occur and within minutes, John slipped his hand between Brenda's legs and proceeded to finger her cunt. Brenda's breathing was audible as John frigged her. Fiona didn't know what to do and tried to concentrate on the film and shut out what was going on next to her.

Brenda was so far gone she couldn't have cared who saw or heard her. In her alcohol induced state all she was concerned with was the wonderful sensations her man was giving her. She held his hand in place as his fingers slid in and out and she humped his hand as if it was a dildo. The film was a blur to her and when she had cum for the fourth time, John tapped her twice on the back of her neck. Fiona couldn't believe her mother's next manoeuvre and stared in disbelief as her hand snaked into John's lap, unzipped him and took his cock out.

It was the first penis Fiona had ever seen and she couldn't help but watch with fascination as it slowly emerged until a nine inches long cock filled her attention. Her mother's fingers expertly caressing it soon had John breathing heavily. Fiona looked around her to see if they were being watched but everyone seemed intent on the film. She glanced back to see her mother lay across John's lap and take his cock into her mouth, sucking it noisily and moaning so much Fiona was certain it would attract attention. Yet again no heads turned or eyes peered at them. Fiona wasn't at all sure what her mother was doing but she knew it shouldn't be happening.

John looked at Fiona and she could see the look on his face. He had his hand on her mother's neck, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. After ten minutes her mother gargled, sputtered and made gulping noises, leaving Fiona wondering what was happening. John made guttural grunts as he emptied his balls into his slut's mouth, whilst wishing it was Fiona on the receiving end. Brenda swallowed it all and licked her lips clean. She loved the taste of his cum and even she realised she had become his cum drinking slut.

When they finally returned home, John stayed the night as he was now regularly doing. He quickly poured a drink for Brenda which she quickly consumed and then took another. Fiona went to bed but couldn't sleep and when they both came to bed, the sounds of John fucking her mother were so loud and her screams of pain and moans of pleasure so audible that even putting her head under the bedclothes couldn't drown them out. Her mothers' scream of anguish made Fiona shudder, wondering what John was doing to her. He was actually fucking her mercilessly in her arse and despite her pain Brenda was enjoying what he was doing to her, especially as he was crushing her tits in his hands as he reamed her asshole.

It went on for hours before silence prevailed. Fiona finally fell asleep and the next morning when she went downstairs, John had departed. Her mother was collapsed in a chair, an empty vodka bottle at her feet. She had a dressing gown on, which was open all the way down and her legs were wide open, showing her dripping cunt where John had deposited a load of cum before he had left. Her neck, tits, belly and thighs were covered in love bites and her wrists and ankles had nasty red marks all the way around them and Fiona wondered how she had got those, not able to understand that John had tied her mother to the bed when he was fucking her.

Fiona set about cleaning the house. It was a mess and her mother was in no state these days to do anything about it. All she did was drink and talk in her slurred voice about how wonderful John was and how lucky she was to have found him. Fiona hated him, hated her mother, wished her father hadn't died and began to hate what was happening to her.

Ii was from that night that the the touching began. At first it was an arm around her shoulders, then a caress across her face, then her thighs through her clothing. Eventually it was a firm stroke of her buttocks and a trace of her budding tits. Each time Fiona pushed him away and each time he would smile at her and his eyes would mentally strip her. Fiona was totally afraid of what he may do. When he came close she would tense and wait for the eventual groping hand to paw her somewhere, always over her clothing, always when they were alone. Within a month of becoming engaged, John had moved in with them. From that moment on, Fiona's life changed for the worse

Then one evening a week after he had moved in, they were sitting on the settee watching a film. John sat in the middle with Fiona to his left and Brenda having consumed half a bottle of vodka was unable to fully concentrate. She had her tits out just as John had ordered and her legs were wide apart available for his hands but it was Fiona who was the subject of his attention.

Brenda was snuggling into his arms, pushing her tits against him and running her hands over his crotch, eager to get him out and suck him. She had no inhibitions and the fact that Fiona was sitting there with them had no effect upon her. She unzipped him and slid down onto the floor between his thighs and slid his cock into her mouth.

Fiona was wearing a mini skirt and a pink top that clung to her little tits giving her a nice girly shape. She was appalled at her mother's action but John gripped Brenda's hair with one hand and fucked her face. He placed his other hand Fiona's thigh and held it firm. Fiona tensed and watched her mother servicing his cock. Then John forced his hand down between Fiona's thighs until he could feel the heat of her cunt through her panties.

"Why don't you open your legs for me so I can stroke you?" he whispered in her ear. "You know you want me to do it!"

Brenda now took Johns cock between her huge tits and was sliding it up and down her cleavage, sucking the head each time it came available. She knew what John was doing but made no effort to stop it. Instead, she increased her speed, wanking his cock with her tits. Then Fiona couldn't believe what her mother then said.

"Open your legs Fiona, you'll like it. It's going to happen to you one day so you may as well start now with someone who will make it good for you" her slurred speech egging Fiona to join in.

Fiona looked at her mother as she pleasured her man and realised that she would do nothing to protect her daughter from John's unwanted advances. She had a choice to make and she there and then resigned herself to her fate. She slowly opened her legs to give John free access and he smiled in deep satisfaction at the way events had now unfolded.

He turned to face Fiona, and slipped his left arm around her shoulders and slid his right hand between her parted thighs and cupped her cunt through her thin cotton panties. He traced his finger along her slit, teasing her with his touch. Totally unsure of what to do, Fiona froze with fear as his fingers became more insistent and his other arm began stroking her neck and back. As the sensations began to become pleasurable, Fiona began to relax and without realising, opened her legs even further.

John slid his right hand inside her panties and felt the fine down like pubic hair come into contact with his fingers, making a mental note to shave her smooth at the first opportunity. She was warm to his touch but he controlled his urge to slip a finger inside her. He wanted to savour popping her cherry with his cock.

"Watch how your mother pleasures me, because that's what you will be doing very soon" he told her, whilst fondling her cunt and stroking her back and then he moved his left hand around her torso until he was cupping her left tit.

Brenda was furiously bobbing her head up and down, taking his rock hard cock into her throat. Her huge tits were bouncing and swaying with her exertions and she was running her hands over his chest. She pulled her mouth all along his cock until just the head was inside, sucking hard as she did so and then thrust it back in, running her tongue along its underside until it again lodged in her gullet. John was close to cumming and he quickly tapped her on the shoulder then continued to grope Fiona's tits.

Brenda responded to the instruction and sat astride him, impaling herself on his cock. She tongue kissed him whilst humping herself on his wonderful 9" cock and pushed her tits into his face. John's right hand gripped her buttocks and his left hand slid back into Fiona's panties. She just sat there; open legged, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Brenda was fucking his cock with the sole intention of making him cum.

"Oh Fiona! You really don't know what you are missing! You will love having a cock up you!" Brenda told her daughter as she felt her orgasm begin. "Trust me love, it's wonderful." And she screeched as it tore through her.

John slapped her left tit to make her continue her service of his now twitching cock and two minutes later, as she squeezed his cock tightly with her cunt muscles, she milked him of his cum. He jetted spurt after hissing spurt into her sopping wet fuck hole. Fiona watched and listened in total disbelief at what was happening.

"Ok Slut! Get off me and sit on the floor. Don't you dare clean my cum from your cunt. I want it to drip down your legs!" he instructed her and Brenda complied. "Fiona, go and get your mother large vodka, I think she deserves a drink."

Fiona did as she was told and brought a large drink to her mother who downed it as though it was a glass of water.

"Get yourself upstairs to bed you fucking bitch! Get yourself on the bed and be ready for me" pushing Brenda towards the door

Left alone with John, Fiona was confused with her emotions. He had just molested her and though some of it had been nice, she knew that what had happened was wrong. She had curled up into a ball and pressed herself into the corner of the settee to protect herself from anything John may try. As a consequence, her cotton knickers were drawn tight across her ten year old cunt, clearly defining the outline of what lay beneath. John ran his hand all over her thighs and legs as he moved his face closer to her and spoke firmly.

"Don't go saying anything about what has just happened to you here tonight. No-one will believe you and even if they did, you will be taken into care and your mother will go to prison and you won't see her again. You don't want that now do you?" and he traced his fingers across her cunt.

"No" Fiona whimpered, not knowing what to believe or knowing who she could turn to.

"Good. Now you go to bed." He told her and watched her intently as she slipped from the room.

When she heard him ascend the stairs she quickly switched off her light and pulled the covers over her head, afraid he would come into her bedroom. John stopped outside her room, said goodnight through the bedroom door and then entered their room, leaving the door wide open. Fiona would have to walk past it if she went to the bathroom and he wanted her to see what her mother would be having done to her if she did.

At that very moment Brenda was laying naked on her back, legs up and wide, her hands behind her knees, awaiting him to fuck her. He quickly stripped and moved to the bed ready to give her what she expected. That and more. Through the bedroom walls Fiona could clearly hear everything. Once more she tried to cut off the sound of John fucking her mother and her cries as he filled her with his cock. Brenda was so audible that there was little left to the imagination. She could hear their conversation as though she was in the same room.

"What kind of mother fucks her boyfriend in front of her little girl?" came John's deep voice

"A Slut mother who needs to be fucked!" was Brenda's reply

"And what sort of mother tells her eleven year old daughter she'd enjoy being fucked by her mother's boyfriend?"

"A Slut mother who wants you to fuck her daughter!" shrieked as he pounded into her cunt.

"You want me to fuck Fiona?"

"Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck her little cunt really hard! I want you to stick your cock into her mouth!" She was moaning in abandoned drunken pleasure.

Fiona couldn't believe that her mother was agreeing to John doing that to her. Brenda was so drunk she didn't know what she was saying but John would be certain to remind her that it was her idea for him to fuck her little girl. Then Brenda screamed in agony and started to plead with John to stop what he was doing. She was crying out so loud that Fiona put her hands over her ears to try and shut out her screams. Then her mother was sobbing uncontrollably and Fiona had to see what was happening to her.

As she left her room and moved to the open doorway of their bedroom she cringed and fought off her need to go back to her bed. She peered around the door to see her naked mother kneeling on all fours up on the bed with John squatting behind her, shafting her anus with his 9" erection. He was hammering in and out, oblivious to her wails and sobs, telling her what a fucking fat cunt she was and Fiona started crying. Then, still buried deep in her arsehole John turned to look at Fiona standing in the doorway and smiled at her. Fiona knew that she would be his next bed partner.

Two nights later Fiona was having a bath. Brenda was drinking downstairs and was again so far gone that she was all but oblivious of what was taking place. John always ensured that there was plenty of vodka available and had also provided a supply of whisky and gin, on the pretence of making cocktails for her. Brenda downed these as though they were soft drinks and consequently was soon dizzy and content with her surroundings. She had eyes only for John and he could do no wrong in her eyes.

Fiona felt isolated and alone. There were no family members to turn to, her grandparents were dead and John had put that doubt in her mind the other night about what would happen if she could tell someone what was taking place. So, she had little option but to let John control events. All she could do was to keep out of his way as much as she could.

What neither of them realised was that John was working to a plan and a timetable. He was slowly taking over their lives and they didn't even know it. He intended on marrying Brenda as soon as possible and from there he would soon be rich, both financially and sexually. He would enslave Brenda, practically give up work to present an image of caring for his new wife and daughter, live off Brenda's investments and use her to make more money by selling her body to fee paying men willing enough to pay to fuck the fat bitch.

He would slowly force her to drink more, introduce her to drugs and eventually induce her death and inherit her fortune by the new mutual wills they would effect following their marriage. That would leave Fiona alone in the world and his to fuck whenever he wanted to. He would then sell up and move to a new location and Fiona would disappear from the records so to speak. He was pleased with his plan and worked to perfect it every day.

Fiona relaxed back in the soap suds and felt as secure as possible. Her naked body was safe behind the locked bathroom door and she could have some safe time away from John's prying eyes and groping hands. Laying back, she looked down at her body and her small budding tits and wondered if she would end up the same size as her mother.

Fiona ran her hands over them, caressing each nipple and enjoyed the sensations she was giving herself. Then with her other hand, she ran it down under the water and over her downy slit. The hairs felt slightly coarse, being wet but she ran her fingers up and down her slit, just as John had done and proceeded to play with herself.

The feelings were wonderful and she was lost in her own pleasure induced world. So much so, that she failed to hear the bathroom door slowly opening and the figure of John standing there watching her masturbate. His cock stirred as he witnessed her hands obviously fingering herself below the water and playing with her delightful pink nipples. Fiona had been unaware that the lock could be opened from the other side and had convinced herself that she could not be seen.

"That's my girl! Get yourself ready for me!" he said in a low menacing tone.

Fiona jumped in fear and surprise as she suddenly realised he was actually watching her. She covered herself as best she could by putting both arms around her chest and pulling her legs into her body.

"Get out ! You shouldn't be watching me. It's not right" she screamed at him, clearly upset by his presence.

"Don't worry Fiona, you'll get accustomed to me looking at you naked. I promise you we'll have a good time in the future. Now, you get that little slit nice and lubricated and I'll see you later" and he walked away, leaving the door open.

Fiona quickly dried and ran to her bedroom to put on jeans and a shapeless jumper. Then she went downstairs to see her mother and tell her what had happened. She steeled herself at the lounge door and then flounced through the door to make her mother all too aware of what he had done. Brenda was on her knees between his legs, totally naked except for black stilettos. Her big, rotund arse was facing Fiona as she entered and with her knees parted two feet wide, Fiona had an unwelcome uninterrupted view of her mother's cunt dripping a torrent of cum down her thighs.

She was bobbing her head furiously as she sucked John back to full erection and her moans of pleasure were so loud that Fiona thought that even the distant neighbours would be able to hear her. The surreal sight, mixed with her own anger at not being able to have her mother's attention made her initially fail to take in one important difference to what was occurring. She cried out and then stood speechless as she realised her mother's hands were tied tightly behind her back. She knew there was little chance of her complaint being heard and so she just stood there watching her mother performing oral sex on her future step father.

"Your mum really enjoys being made to fuck and suck. It really turns her on. Doesn't it you fucking slut?" and he pulled her off his cock with a savage yank of her hair.

He twisted her head sideways so that she could see Fiona standing there watching them and then tugged hard to get an answer.

"Yes Sir...." Her words were almost unintelligible from the drunken state she was in.

He forced his cock back into her throat and smiled at Fiona.

"Get used to it Fiona. There's nothing you can do to stop me doing whatever I want whenever I want to whomever I want and that includes you!"

His hand was gripping Brenda's hair as he force fucked her throat. Brenda was squealing with both pleasure and pain.Fiona's eyes brimmed over and she ran from the room upstairs and threw herself on her bed, sobbing with the despair and fear she now experienced. At a vulnerable ten years and ten months of age she knew she was unable to prevent John from doing whatever he wanted. Things could only get worse from now on.