Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 9 by redlegtiger
Chapter 9, Karen’s Home Town Humiliation Continues , Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 9
By Redlegtiger
Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.
Chapter 9, Karen’s Home Town Humiliation Continues
Karen woke up about 4:00 am in the morning. It took her a minute to realize where she was and then she turned over and found herself staring into the sleeping face of John Mitchell, Father to her rapist now husband. She shivered in revulsion at the thought of what they had made her do last night. It was just another in a long list of debaucheries that they had forced her into. She couldn’t believe that she had done all of those horrible things in front of people that knew her and her family. It was one thing to do it in front of strangers, but in front of people who knew her and her family. She could never face anyone in town again without wondering whether they had seen her that night at the restaurant. Her mind kept flooding with the thoughts of all of the sick disgusting things she had been forced to do. She hated Darrell for what he was doing to her. She hated his parent’s that were obviously in on the whole thing and most importantly she hated her parents for not believing her when she told them she was raped. She wondered how any parent could force their daughter to marry her rapist. If she would have just told them what happened that night after prom, maybe things would have been different. Her thoughts went back and forth between blaming her parents for betraying her and hatred and disgust at herself as she blamed her self because of the fact she didn’t tell them about the rape that night. Her thoughts went back and forth like this for several minutes until her stomach growled, letting her know that she hadn’t had anything to eat yesterday other than a bowl of that nasty slave gruel that reminded her of dog food. She sighed and looked at the clock. It was a little after 5:00 am now, so she slowly worked her way to the end of the bed and got up. She went to the kitchen and started rummaging around to see what she could fix for breakfast. She just hoped that they would have mercy on her today and let her have some real food.
She found a dozen eggs, bacon, cheddar cheese and some biscuit mix. She decided to make some scrambled eggs and biscuits for them for breakfast. She mixed up a batch of biscuits and put them in the oven. She spent the next few minutes chopping up some of the cheese, some onion, some mushrooms and some green pepper to mix into the eggs. She found a nice deep skillet and put it on the stove and put it on the burner to heat up. While it was warming, she put coffee into the coffee maker and started it percolating. She cut the bacon into bite size pieces and put them into the heated skillet along with the onion, mushrooms and green peppers and started them cooking. She broke 9 eggs into a bowl and spiced them up with salt, pepper and garlic salt. She added about a quarter cup of milk and mixed it up. She had been stopping and stirring the ingredients in the pan on the stove frequently while she had been preparing the eggs. She kept stirring them until she felt that they were cooked enough and poured the eggs into the pan and added the cheese and started stirring the mix with a spatula.
The smell of the coffee brewing and the bacon frying had drifted through the house and Darrell, John and Nancy were now awake. Darrell went to his room’s bathroom and started cleaning himself up while his parents did the same in theirs. Karen meanwhile was finishing up the eggs and setting the table. She had just set the plate full of biscuits on the table and assumed her kneeling position in a neutral spot in the kitchen near the table with her head bowed when Darrell and his parents came in.
John made a beeline to the coffee pot and filled his cup with coffee and took a seat at the table. The others followed suit and it seemed to Karen that they were ignoring her. She began to wonder if she was going to get anything to eat when Darrell turned and looked at her and said, “Nice breakfast slut. I may just keep you for a while if you keep this up. Go get the dog bowl out of the pantry. You should also find a bag of slave gruel for pregnant slaves there as well. Fill yourself a bowl full and enjoy a nice breakfast.”
Karen started to get up to go to the pantry when Darrell yelled, “Did I tell you that the rules have changed. I guess I’m going to have to give you a reminder after breakfast.”
Karen’s face turned red from both embarrassment and fear due to Darrell’s chastisement of her in front of his parents. She crawled to the pantry and found the bowl and gruel. She filled the bowl full and crawled to the sink and added water. She put the bowl on the floor and began eating it without using her hands, taking time to chew up the tasteless chunks and swallow it.
As the Mitchell’s finished their breakfast, they got up and scraped the remaining scraps into Karen’s bowl. John patted her on the head telling her, “You were a good little slut last night. You keep it up and you just might not suffer quite as much. But of course we would rather you misbehave so we can have the fun of punishing you. I can’t wait for another session like we had at Lynn’s the other night. You have a busy day ahead of you so we’ll see you later. E
Karen wondered what John meant by having a busy day ahead of her as she continued eating. When she finally finished her meal, she knelt in her slave position and waited for her orders and they weren’t long in coming. Darrell ordered, “Clean up this breakfast mess and then go clean herself up. I’ll lay out the items you are to wear for the day on the bed in my room. E
Karen complied and cleaned up the kitchen as quickly as possible. When she was done, she crawled to the bathroom off of Darrell’s room and took a shower and cleaned herself up. She looked in the mirror and saw that almost all of the bruising around her breasts was gone. Her ass on the other hand still showed the marks of her several severe spankings although they were less than they were. But she knew also that she was going to get punished shortly. She figured her ass would be back to what now seemed to be its normal red and blue state. She finished up in the bathroom quickly and crawled into Darrell’s room to find him waiting there with the paddle.
Darrell told her, “Stand up bitch. Bend over and grab your ankles so I can punish you for not following your rules. E
Karen did as she was told and Darrell started to immediately spank her ass with the paddle. She cried out in pain but hesitated only very briefly before she said, “One. Thank you for punishing this worthless whore master.” She continued to count in that manner until she reached 20 and he stopped.