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Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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   Crissy

   By: Phil Phantom

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   Barbara Jefferson, soon to be Barbara Adams if the live-in arrangement
went well, soon saw her biggest stumbling block in the form of Bob's
father, Bob Sr., or Robert.  Robert Jr.  was Bob, just Bob.  Robert, Big
Bob, was a child molester and Barbara had a child, a lovely twelve-year-old
girl named Crissy.  Barbara had no proof of actual intercourse, but knew
the look and they shared a residence.  Though twenty-five, Bob still lived
at home and ran his father's warehouse, freeing Robert to look after Crissy
from the time she arrived home from school at three until six when Barbara
arrived.  Three hours a day alone with a horny child molester who could
upset Barbara's whole life if he ever became upset with her.  Voicing her
suspicions or getting Crissy an after-school sitter would upset him, and
there was no point in going to Bob with suspicions, or even semen-encrusted
panties that reeked of Old Spice.  He didn't give a rat's ass about Crissy,
but would French kiss his father's ass right dead in the crack.

   Barbara never felt so helpless, now certain that Crissy was getting a
daily dose of sex eduction.  She looked it, but didn't tattle.  Big Bob
intimidated her, probably threatened her, and Barbara didn't have the
courage to ask Crissy what was wrong.  Barbara was afraid Crissy would tell
her.  After that, Barbara couldn't play dumb.  She'd have to pull her head
out of the sand and do something, or out of her ass and go somewhere. 
Going to the police would never happen unless Robert hurt Crissy, but he
wasn't the mean kind.  He was the nasty kind.  Crissy had been doing
something awfully nasty and felt nasty, guilty, dirty, ashamed, all the
classic signs of a nasty molester sexual molesting her.  Barbara saw no
sign of a mean molester sexual molesting Crissy.  Barbara did look for that
- not a scratch, not a bruise, and the holes weren't being used, at least
not by anything Big Bob big - a relief.

   Barbara kept telling herself that the innosense was lost, probably
terribly lost, a lost cause.  In time, Crissy would lose the shame and
guilt.  Numbness sets in if the abuse is ongoing.  Some learn to relax and
love what's being done.  Crissy might, but Robert did look pretty big where
it counts.  That could take a girl like Crissy some getting used to,
especially if he were using both holes - actually all three.  He would have
to get some of that asshole.  Barbara could not see a man like Robert
passing up an ass like Crissy's.  The kid had an ass that made Barbara wish
she had a dick.

   Yes, Barbara did think the unthinkable at times.  She could relate to
lust for that girl, daughter or no.  The difference was, she would never
act on those fantasies.  Robert was a man of action, power, and confidence.
He would not lie around the house, dreaming and jacking off with a sexy
nymphette running around, one he could give a bath or a spanking to.  Yes,
he did spank, and without permission.  He handled all discipline in his
house and would pull Crissy's panties down in front of Barbara, or a room
full of guests, even Crissy's neighborhood playmates which included several
boys.

   For a girl who never received a spanking, much less the public
bare-bottom variety, this was death by a thousand knives right in the
pussy. This was a girl who would walk five blocks out of her way to avoid
going up a flight of steps that boys might be at the bottom of.  This was a
girl forever on beaver guard.  This was a girl who never showed pussy,
panties, or anything a lady should't, and had to be dragged to see a doctor
- male or female, didn't matter.  Doctors make you take your clothes off.

   This was the most modest little girl, and she had absolutely no reason
to be.  No one ever made her feel self-conscious about her body, not that
Barbara was aware.  Barbara wasn't modest at home or at the beach - in
public where appropriate, yes.  That was all normal.  Crissy had every
reason to be a showoff, a chore to keep panties on, the first girl to need
a bra but the last to wear one.  She wasn't the first to need one, but she
was the first to wear them, without fail.

   Assaulting her modesty got her where she lived.  Within the first week,
every boy in the neighborhood - at least a dozen ranging in age from six to
sixteen - got to see her pussy and bare ass through a lengthy, lecturing
fanny slapping that was so obviously for the sole purpose of humiliating
her and thrilling the boys.  No one except Barbara knew how much that girl
suffered.  This assault on her modesty was so obvious and cruel that it was
all Barbara could do to stand helplessly by while allowing him do it, and
there were many such shows.  He used the lamest pretexts with no due
process.

   Crissy was blamed for everything.  Robert was judge, jury, and
executioner.  The mother didn't factor in and could watch along with others
or go off somewhere.  There wasn't a thing she could do, and going off did
no good, so she watched with the others who always gathered at the pussy
end.  Barbara often stood among excited boys who thought it was really neat
looking at a pussy with a grown woman who also had a pussy, probably a
grown-up version of the one they oggled.  They weren't wrong - a little
bigger with more hair.

   One bold little shit had the audacity to look up to Barbara and ask,
"Does your pussy look like Crissy's?"

   Barbara had the audacity to calmly say, "Very similar, but my pussy is a
little bigger with more hair, quite a bit more hair, but I shave the lips.
That part looks the same, only my pussy lips are twice as long, twice as
long but not much thicker.  My clit is much bigger, but her clit is still
developing.  In another two or three years, Crissy will have a clit like
mine.  My clit looked very much like that at her age."

   Barbara didn't know what possessed her to answer that rude boy, or give
such a complete answer, but doing so made points with Robert, surprised and
embarrassed Crissy, and thrilled seven young lads who all wanted to see it.
Robert urged her to show it.  Crissy looked back to see if she would. 
Seven eager little boys gathered at her feet like the Seven Dwarfs, all
looking up Snow White's skirt and seeing snow white panties.  They even
pulled the skirt out to see the panties better.  They saw pussy through
panties, but Barbara wasn't about to show raw Snow White pussy to a bunch
of dwarfs in boy suits.  She was tempted.  More points from Robert would
have been nice, and Crissy probably would have appreciated the company to
share her misery.

   Barbara just couldn't do it and felt all the more for Crissy who had no
choice and had to do it well.  She could not close her legs.  Robert set
them where he wanted them, roughly a yard apart at the knees.  If she tried
closing them, he'd reset, then deliver a real slap, one that left an angry
red mark on her adorable cotton-tail fanny, letting her know he was dead
serious about showing pussy, the whole fucking thing - the core of the
cunt. Barbara could pull aside the crotch of her panties to show pussy that
way, but not the way Crissy had to do it.  That was personal, doctor
personal.  Not one of those boys was a doctor.

   Barbara understood perfectly why Crissy was so intimidated by Robert and
never turned to her mommy to mitigate those unjust and humiliating
punishments.  Crissy had ample evidence that her mom couldn't or wouldn't.
When she could have and should have, she didn't do or say anything, and
there were times she helped Robert by getting the panties off.  He pulled
them down, but often called on Barbara to completely remove them.  Eager to
win points, she lent her assistance without looking put off, though this
was a clear provocation.

   Lately, he called on Barbara to remove them before Crissy took her place
over his lap - an escallation of provocation.  Barbara still didn't act put
out or provoked.  She would kneel and send her hands up Crissy's dress,
then draw the panties down and work them free of the feet.  She would then
help Crissy lie over his lap.  For good measure, she moved the dress
material high on the back and had Crissy lift so she could move the front
up to her chest, offering a great deal of bare skin that way.  A good
response to a good provocation earned points in the form of a smile.  A
good way to earn a smile from Robert was to expose more Crissy skin to the
boys and add to Crissy's humiliation.

   No, Crissy wouldn't turn to her mom for help.  Barbara felt for her. 
This was terribly confusing and the poor girl looked hopeless and helpless.
When she needed her mom most, Barbara couldn't be there for her.  That was
most difficult for Barbara, but she knew the slightest comfort would cause
all the crap to come pouring out.  Barbara wasn't ready to deal with that,
yet.  She had no plan, no fall-back position, and pinned all of her hopes
on a marriage of convenience that would at least spell security.  Barbara
didn't do well on her own and Crissy was in far more danger in the places
they had lived and would return to.  No, Crissy was better off dealing with
Robert and learning to adjust to a life without modesty.

   Barbara came to see the assaults on Crissy's modesty as a good thing. 
Modesty of that degree was crippling and not at all normal.  Something in
her past made her that way, but steady assaults that she couldn't fight
wore away at the problem.  If nothing else, Crissy would leave Robert's
home more normal than she entered, though she probably wouldn't leave as
virgin as she entered.

   Even after rucking Crissy's dress up to her chest, possibly her
twentieth bare-bottom spaning session, Barbara could plainly see that both
holes were unmolested.  Maybe not completely unmolested, but they certainly
hadn't been introduced to Big Bob's Big Boy.  Barbara could only judge by
impressions, but being an avid crotch watcher who often got to see what she
had once been watching, she estimated Big Bob's Big Boy to be Whopper for a
girl like Crissy.  He had to be at least ten inches long and as thick as
the average cucumber.  The twelve-year-old vagina can accommodate a dick
that size and the ass can handle anything the vagina can, but it ain't easy
in either hole.  Both holes were on display.  Barbara could not see that
either hole was being prepared, though she was well aware that in one so
young, the holes were so elastic that you might not be able to tell except
for right after or within a few hours after.

   Barbara also knew that Crissy would come to her if Robert ever fucked
her.  At least there was a very high probability.  That would be too
serious to hold in.  Even the attempt at penetration would break down the
wall of silence.  This lent further evidence that Robert hadn't done the
dirty deeds.  He seemed to be taking his time, in no great hurry,
suggesting either a patient man with a lot of confidence, or a considerate
man who didn't want to traumatize a good thing when he saw one.  He wasn't
all that patient, so Barbara thought the later was more likely the case,
which did come as a relief.

   With all the time Robert spent with Crissy, going on a month, now, he
had to see the problem, the crippling modesty problem.  A modest Lolita
wouldn't be much fun.  Gotta fix that first.  He had a solution.  As in all
things, he held a meeting with himself, made a decision, then acted. 
Crissy got her bare ass spanked.  Appalled at first, after twenty, Barbara
could see the results.  Crissy was still terribly shy, but about as shy as
any girl could be expected to be under those conditions.  At least, Robert
was doing something.  Barbara didn't feel too badly about lending a hand
after seeing how he went about this project, though his goal was to turn
her daughter into his own little whore.

   That was the truly odd part.  Not that he would try, but that Barbara
would come to accept that, and not too long after moving in, less than a
week.  Within one week, he took full charge of Crissy and made all
decisions for her, moving the mother right out of the picture, even for the
little things.  He literally took possession, just took it, and Barbara
gave it to him, just gave it.  There were no papers to sign, agreements to
shake on, they never discussed it, but he did do that.  Crissy no longer
went to her mom for anything.  If she did, Barbara would tell her to ask
Robert.  From Crissy's perspective, it looked as though papers had been
signed, deals shook on, and they did discuss the question of possession. 
As far as she was concerned, Robert now owned her.  As far as Barbara was
concerned, Robert had himself a little whore.  He just wasn't fucking her
yet.

   Robert amazed Barbara.  He had such a way with people, not just little
girls.  He also worked his magic on Barbara.  Getting her involved in those
spanking ordeals, first as a bystander, then as an involved spectator
talking about her pussy, then through acts of provocation that drew her
into a direct assisting role.  Barbara could see that this strategy was
designed to wear down her resistance to sexual abuse, but the awareness
didn't stop it from working.  Her resistance was worn down, and she wanted
to help even more.  She didn't know exactly how to help but stood ready,
looking for opportunities, willing to respond to a provocation by giving
more than he asked for.  That always brought a smile.

   Barbara came home from work at her usual time and could see that a
session waited on her arrival.  Lately, they always waited, and the six
O:clock show was the kiddie matinee.  From the number of bikes lying
around, Barbara estimated a record crowd.  So far the largest group had
been eight - six boys and two girls.  Five or six was typical.  On entering
the house, she saw ten boys and five girls.  This was all the neighborhood
regulars, plus three boys Barbara never saw before.  Crissy stood before
Robert, barefoot in a pretty dress, trembling on the verge of tears.

   Several of the kids greeted Barbara and one asked what color panties she
had on.  Guess who?  She told him she didn't have any on, and she didn't,
but wished she had kept her mouth shut, because from that moment on, they
all had to look up her dress.  She tried to ignore them, and tried keeping
most of her dress down, but her secrets soon got out.  They saw her naked
pussy, discussed her pussy, admired the shave, and thought her big clit was
really neat.

   They were difficult to ignore, but bringing this on made Robert smile.
Barbara came over and asked, "What did she do, now?"

   "Messy room."

   "Again?"

   "I can't seem to get through to her what a clean room is.  The usual
methods don't seem to be getting through to her.  The consensus of opinion
from her peers is to strip her naked and have her lie on my lap face-up and
to spank her pussy.  The girls seem to thank that will do the trick."

   That explained the trembling which Barbara hadn't seen since session
five.  Crissy seemed to know that fate awaited her, awaiting only the
arrival of the stripper person, now arrived.  Barbara said, "Well, I have
to side with the girls.  I should think that would make a bigger impression
on a girl.  Do you want me to remove her clothes for you?"

   "Please.  You kids take your seats on the floor and shut up.  If you get
up, keep right on going out the door.  If you speak out of turn, just get
up.  Barbara doesn't mind you looking at her pussy, but don't be pulling on
anything, and no poking into anything.  Stroke it, pet it, lick it, kiss
it, be nice to it, but if she singles any of you out, you get out.  Bite
her clit, I guarantee you, she will single you out."

   Barbara had kids all around her, and they were all trying to be nice to
her pussy.  There just wasn't enough room, so some were being nice to her
ass, legs, inner thighs, and one bold devil ran a hand up her front, under
the dress to her tits and was being nice to them under the bra.  Guess who?
Barbara looked to Robert and said, "Thanks a lot."

   "Don't mention it."

   Though she had a difficult time doing it, Barbara pulled Crissy into the
sea of hands and faced her away to gain access to her zipper.  She just
stood there with her head hung, getting hands of her own.  Some of them
weren't being nice judging by the pained crouchs they brought on.  Robert
didn't say anything, so Barbara didn't.  After loosening the dress, she
pulled it overhead, revealing Crissy in skewed panties and a bra which
became skewed almost immediately.  Others were dragging the panties down,
so Barbara removed the bra, marking the first exposure of Crissy's breasts
which she didn't try to shield.  Barbara would have bet a month's wages she
would and her hands would need to be pried off.  Then again, she had a
lovely set of breasts, a set any girl would be proud of.  The boys clearly
loved them, making Barbara wonder if Crissy was ever modest about her
breasts.  Maybe her modesty was just vaginal.  That was possible.

   Crissy tried to step free of the panties with boys poking her pussy and
asshole.  She tried to ignore these insults, and pretty-much had to because
Robert ignored them.  Because Robert did, Barbara did, and left Crissy to
try getting free of her panties on her own.  That wasn't easy and seemed
almost impossible at times.  She had boys inserting fingers into the same
hole at the same time, front and rear, and each time she bent over, kids
pulled on her nipples.  Barbara thought for sure Robert would stop this
free-for-all, but he allowed it to go on and on.  Then again, those boys
were doing a fine job of loosening holes for him, getting her used to
penetrations.  Fingers were slipping easily into both holes and the girls
were getting in on the act, acting just like boys, though they tended to
give the clit a hard time and left the asshole to the boys.

   Crissy seemed to be trying in earnest, but seemed more interested in
maintaining her balance.  No one told her she had to remove her own
panties. That was Barbara's job.  Doing it herself and continuing the
effort caused this scene and kept it going.

   Barbara mulled this over, then went and sat beside Robert to lean in and
whisper, "Why is she doing this?"

   He leaned her way to say, "She just overcame her shyness.  Let's just
leave her alone.  When she has had enough, she'll ask for help or simply
stop.  I'm more interested in why you don't have panties on.  Does Bob know
you run around playing commando?"

   Oops.  Barbara forgot this was her fiancee's father.  She couldn't tell
whether he was serious or teasing.  She took a chance and said, "No, he
doesn't know.  Are you going to tell him?"

   "That depends.  Can I fuck your daughter?"

   "You're asking me!  Since when do I have a say so?"

   He smiled, patted her leg, leaned in, and said, "I think we're going to
get along just fine."

   "I certainly hope so.  If Bob and I don't work out, I won't even get to
live with her.  Will you at least let me come visit her."

   He liked that, thought about that, then said, "We'll see, but if Bob
finds out his wife-to-be is out playing commando, you can kiss her ass
goodbye."

   "Hey, she got her panties off.  Maybe I should put them on."

   "No, don't get up.  Stay here.  I want you to see this up-close.  You'll
see a big change in her."

   "I already do, and I like what I see."

   Crissy made her way through the mob of hands and came to stand at
Robert's feet with fingers working in her ass and her pussy.  Her feet were
wide enough apart to afford Robert a good view of this, and she took the
dual penetrations with as little expression as she could.  The kid finger
fucking her pussy was the most difficult to ignore.  He also had the
greatest effect.  She could not keep her pussy absolutely still, but wanted
to.  She stood straight, chest out, shoulders back, trying to impress
Robert with her loss of inhibitions and the fact that her mother watching
this didn't bother her, that she didn't care what her mother saw or what
she thought.  She didn't care what those kids saw or what they thought. 
She only cared what Robert thought and thought he'd like seeing her this
way.  She was right.  Robert did smile.

   He watched the fingering for a while, then looked to her face to say,
"Do you like getting finger fucked?"

   "Yes."

   "Would you like to fuck these boys - all of them?"

   "Yes."

   "They'll call you a whore."

   "I don't care."

   "All right.  Take them into your bedroom and give each one what he
wants, girls, too.  If anyone comes out here with a complaint, I'll be very
disappointed in you."

   The kids arose in mass and went off with Crissy.  She didn't look
alarmed or upset.  She looked determined that no one had a complaint. 
Barbara watched them all disappear down the hall, then drew one of Robert's
arms around her and snuggled close, placing a hand on his hard cock, giving
it a friendly squeeze while saying, "You turned my daughter into a whore
right before my very eyes.  I am very impressed, Robert, very impressed."

   "I couldn't have done it without you."

   "ME!  What did I do?"

   "Nothing, absolutely nothing."

   She smiled and said, "So, what you are saying is, thanks for nothing."

   "I'm saying thanks for doing nothing while I slowly but surely turned
your daughter into a whore."

   While freeing his cock, Barbara said, "Nothing was the least I could do,
but I would have done something had I known what to do.  I knew she'd make
you an excellent whore.  Does this mean you are through with me, or do you
have plans for me, too?"

   "I have plans, big plans.  I'm going to marry you off to my son and then
keep you for myself.  I need someone to look after my whore.  Any
objection?"

   "Sounds like a plan." And she went down.

   The End

   Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

   CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts.  Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation.  Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly.  Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors.  PP <1st attachment end>

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