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What Did You Expect To Happen?
by Art S Healing (address withheld)

***

A young girl comes home after being sexually assaulted 
at a party. Instead of sympathy, she finds that her 
parents blame her for dressing like a slut, and they 
punish her in the most peculiar way. MMFg, ped, nc, inc, 
exh, mast, spank, huml)

***

Author Note: The following story is a FANTASY only. I 
use writing to stimulate a numbing feeling concerning 
certain memories about when I was raped. If you are one 
who has aggressive tendencies concerning abuse, please 
use this and other stories as an outlet. Whether you 
have been abused or you have dangerous urges, reading 
and writing stories may help. But use it only if it 
works in that way for you. 

If it does not then PLEASE THINK! YOU CAN NOT EVER 
IMAGINE THE DAMAGE YOU CAN DO BY REAL LIFE ABUSE. Take 
it from me, I know. Its aftermath never completely goes 
away. The best you can hope for is to deal with it. 

Like most of my work, this story reflects an incident 
that happened to me. Some parts are more literal while 
others are symbolic. I suppose, like any literary art, 
it is up to the reader to determine which is which. I 
would never even consider harming anyone, let alone a 
young person. There is no shortage of abuse in this 
world- please don't add to it. Never let the world of 
imagination leak into the physical world if it may cause 
someone damage. If you need help, there are plenty of 
therapists and programs out there. Please use them. 
Thank you. 

***

What did you expect to happen?
By Art S Healing


"So what did you expect to happen," said young Crystal's 
mom. "You sneak out of the house when you're supposed to 
be asleep, you dressed like a slut. Don't blame me if 
you get what's coming to you." 

"But mom- they raped me. Don't you care? Aren't you 
going to do anything?"

"Yes. Your father and I are going to punish you like you 
deserve. We were in bed, half asleep. We had to get 
dressed and we were just about to hunt you down. You are 
in big trouble." They all stood in the living room. 
Usually it was a quiet place, but on this night, it was 
filled with angry energy. Crystal just wanted to go to 
bed and forget about this night and what happened at the 
party, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.

Finally, Crystal's father, red faced with anger, spoke 
up through gritted teeth. He had been quiet for most of 
the conversation and that scared Crystal more then if 
he'd been yelling at her. 

"God damn it Crystal, you're twelve years old. You can't 
just do whatever you want. You're too young for parties. 
A month ago, you were acting your age- the way a twelve 
year old should act. I know you're going to be a 
teenager soon, but that's no excuse for acting like a 
slutty little whore. Just look at you!" 

The girl knew she looked like a tramp. Being thin and 
tightly toned, she was being dogged after by the boys 
even without dressing like she had. She wanted to add 
fuel to her sexual fire by wearing sexy black boots, a 
short matching miniskirt and a veil-thin yellow tube top 
that show off her firm, budding, dinner roll-sized 
breasts clear to her tiny perked nipples. She may as 
well not have been wearing anything over them. She 
wanted to look older then she is, but during the party, 
she realized that she just came off as slutty. 

"I know I shouldn't have snuck out, but I was just going 
to stay for a little..."

"I don't care how long you were going to stay," 
interrupted her mother, "that's not the point. We said 
no parties, and we meant it."

Exasperated, Crystal flung what happen out again, "But 
they raped me, mom!" she shouted. "Don't you care about 
that?"

"Hey! Don't you dare talk back to us!" retorted her dad, 
towering over her. "If you had listened to us, it never 
would have happened."

Her mom nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and besides, you 
can't blame those boys. At their age, they do things 
like that. It's up to the girl to keep them at bay- not 
dress and act like a slut. You turned them on. If you 
act like you're in heat, boys are going to respond. 
Tease them to much and boys will be boys. Just think of 
the signals you were sending out- being dressed like a 
tramp. So a couple of boys got carried away. What did 
you expect to happen?"

"It was five boys," Crystal corrected, trying to surf 
her voice steady.

"Whatever," her mother blasted. "I'm fed up with you. 
Your father and I have discussed it and we're going to 
home school you from now on. And no more buying your own 
clothes."

"But daddy..." 

The young girl's words froze in place as her father 
boldly pinched her nipples through the thin, yellow tube 
top. "Look at this! I can see your nipples clear as 
day." Crystal looked expectantly at her mother who just 
stood there with her arms crossed angrily, saying 
nothing.

"I can't believe you're not even wearing a damn bra," 
said her dad.

Crystal held her breath and felt her chest instinctively 
tighten as her own father mauled her, but fearfully, she 
didn't say a word, even as his pinching turned into a 
mild nipple twist. "We're very disappointed in you," he 
claimed as he glared at her chest. Then his nipple 
fiddling expanded into a full breast fondling. "You 
can't dress like this and expect boys not to want to 
fuck you- showing off these little firm tits like a 
slut."

"See," said her mother, "look at what you're doing to 
your own father. You're driving him crazy. I told you, 
boys and men can't help themselves. Tell your daddy that 
you're sorry for getting him all hot and bothered." The 
whole time her father continued to caress her tight 
titties, staring at them like a hungry dog.

"I'm sorry daddy, I wasn't trying to..." Crystal was 
interrupted by her own gasp as her father grabbed her 
tube top and yanked it down over her smooth, flat tummy. 
Her hands instinctively covered what little titties she 
had, only to be slapped down by her mother. It was a 
true parental team effort.

"You fucking tramp- you're going to play modest with 
us?" she said. "Where was your modesty when you got 
dressed for that damn party? Keep those arms down until 
we say different."

Reluctantly the young girl let her arms hang down, 
feeling the weight of them as if they were made of 
stone. It was strange to have her breasts completely 
exposed in front of her parents, even if she only had 
tiny ones. She was unsure why her tiny pink nipples were 
hardening so, but it definitely added to her 
embarrassment. Her parents had always disciplined her by 
spankings, humiliation, and unusual punishments, but 
they had never gone this far. "But mom, please..."

"No!" her dad said boldly. "No more backtalk. You wanted 
to show off to your friends and total strangers, now you 
can show off to us. Now it's time for your spanking. 
Turn around, bend over and hold your knees."

Crystal did as she was ordered, feeling her tiny 
miniskirt rising until the bottom of her ass came into 
view.

"Spread your legs wider, slut," he added. She opened 
them to about shoulder length. "Wider!" shouted her dad. 
Afraid to make him angrier, she spread them much farther 
than she ever had during any previous spanking, and that 
forced the hem of her short skirt to rise above her 
hairless cunny, exposing it completely. 

She could feel her face turning hot and red with 
embarrassment. They must also be able to see that she 
was wearing no panties, although it was not by choice. 
She could have predicted what happened next as if she 
were a prophet. 

After a shocked gasp, her mother said her full name, 
something she only did when she was at her boiling 
point. "...I can't believe you! Did you shave your cunt 
hairs?"

"No ma'am. I haven't gotten them yet."

Her mother shook her head. "You don't have any yet and 
you're already acting like some two-bit whore." She 
reached out and latched on to her daughter's pussy, 
holding it firmly. "Do you know what hairless pussies do 
to young boys? It makes them go wild. Is that what you 
want?" 

Crystal glanced at her mother peripherally as she 
debated on whether her mom was being rhetorical. "You 
went out in a miniskirt and no panties," continued her 
mother, "and you're going to try and blame some innocent 
boys because you drove them crazy?!" Then she pinched 
Crystal's cunt lips, causing the little girl to squeak 
out. "Is this the way we raised you?"

"But I was wearing panties when I left. One of the boys 
kept them. He said it was a souvenir."

"Yeah, right," said her father. "You lied about going to 
bed. You lied as soon as you walked in the door about 
where you'd been, and now you're lying again. Aim your 
ass up high! I'm sick of this!"

Still clasping her wide spread kneecaps, Crystal arched 
her lower back, which tilted her toned bottom upward. It 
was not unusual for them to make her do that, but never 
before had she been this exposed as it happened.

Her mother let go of her cunny, and her father lifted 
her mini skirt over her slender hips. The young girl 
craned her neck to see her parents behind her. "Can I at 
least put on some underwear please," she pleaded. 

"You mean MAY I put some on," corrected her mother. "And 
no, you may not. You did this to yourself. I don't what 
to hear another word out of you, slut, or it won't be 
you father's hand that'll be doing the spanking, it'll 
be the paddle... the big paddle. Got it?"

The young girl faced forward again, readying herself for 
the enviable. When her daddy's hand made contact, it 
wasn't just thwacking her ass-end. Several of his 
fingertips struck her cum soaked pussy and she jumped. 
"You'd better hold still," he warned. He hit her again 
and his finger momentarily jetted into the opening of 
her twat. He withdrew and struck again- hard. 

After a number of times, Crystal bit her lower lip and 
held her breath, unable to control tiny squeaks and 
yelps. She knew better than to scream out like she 
wanted to. They had no tolerance for such a thing. After 
a few initial blows, he would stop and leave his hand to 
rest on her reddening ass cheeks. Then he did it for 
longer and longer periods, giving minuet rubbings, even 
sliding up and down her slit. 

She couldn't believe her mother wasn't stopping this. 
She had to have noticed. Then her daddy reared back and 
struck again. The small girl could not keep count how 
many times she was being spanked, nor did she try. Each 
smack that managed to make contact on her bare pussy 
lips was a shameful reminder of what her pussy had 
already been through that night. 

She could not help but tighten the pink tunnel of her 
pussy, which squeezed out some of the cum she been 
unable to get out on the way home. Suddenly her father 
stopped, resting his hand over her slit, only to 
brazenly toy with it. He openly fingered her cunny 
entrance.

"My god, Lisa," her dad said to his wife as he rubbed 
the puffy, hairless surface, "her cunt is soaking wet. I 
think this little bitch is getting horny."

"I'm not... it's from the..."

"What did I tell you, Crystal!" said her mother. "For 
talking during your punishment, you're going to get a 
little something extra now. Do you want to go for more? 
Put your eyes forward and shut up."

The girl said nothing- not even when her daddy did 
something he'd never done before. Instead of just 
resting his hand over the surface of her twat, he began 
stroking it vigorously, essentially masturbating her. 
"You like that, don't you, you little slut. You're 
getting this tight thing felt up again, aren't you?" he 
said. 

Crystal's little pussy was still a bit sore, and she 
could scarcely admit to herself that it did actually 
feel somewhat soothing. The moister made hushed slurping 
sounds and she could feel her embarrassment welting up 
like a flash fever of adrenaline. She was unsure as to 
whether or not she was enjoying this forbidden 
incestuous act. 


"Now look at what you've done," chimed her mother. 
"You're getting your father all horny- just like those 
poor boys. I hope you're happy. What am I going to do 
with you?"

Crystal couldn't have been more shocked as her daddy 
began to press forward- squirming his index finger 
inside her taut pussy. Although she was young and tight, 
the spunk of the five boys, mixed with her own arousal, 
lubed the way for her daddy. The young girl couldn't 
help but whimper out shamelessly at her father's blatant 
actions, and her mother's nonchalant reaction to this 
whole thing made it all the more illicit and arousing. 
Then he abruptly shoved his finger up her tiny asshole. 

"They fucked you up here too, didn't they? I bet you 
loved it too, slut." Then he started to siphon his 
juiced up finger in and out of her little exposed 
rectum. Crystal tried not to moan, but failed. 

She rolled her eyes and thrust her head back. The truth 
was that those boys had not even touched her asshole, 
but she knew she could say nothing in her own defense. 
She was in enough trouble and they wouldn't have 
believed her anyway. Never had anything gone up her ass 
before and it was hard for her to admit that it felt 
good. Soon her daddy was pounding her pussy with his 
knuckles as his deeply embedded finger slammed the 
squealing girl's asshole. 

She couldn't deny it to herself- she wanted him to put 
his big finger back in her cunny and feed the burning 
fire of its lust. She felt teased and fought the urge to 
masturbate right then and there. Crystal looked between 
her legs at her tiny but swollen clit and could wait no 
longer. She reached for it, rubbing it rapidly in little 
circles. This did not go unnoticed.

"See," claimed her father, "the little cock-whore is 
getting off on it. She loves driving guys crazy." 

"Aw, Tom-baby," said Crystal's mom, "You poor thing, the 
little tease got your prick hard as a rock."

The young girl turned her head as she continued to 
fiddle with her clitty just enough to see her mother 
rubbing her daddy's cock through his pants. She wanted 
to see it so badly. While sex had by far never been 
taboo within their house, and Crystal had seen her 
parents fuck since she was a little girl, it had always 
been different than this. 

They would leave the room, although her mother would 
sometimes blow off her father while she was right there 
watching TV or doing her homework, but mostly they would 
get going and head for their bedroom, leaving the door 
wide open. A few times, they would get carried away and 
fucked on the couch with her in the room and she would 
pretend not to watch, but of course, she did. 

They seemed to be especially loud on purpose when she 
was around. She had watched them fucking more times than 
she could possibly count, and they knew it. In fact, she 
knew they knew it. They would glance her way while their 
daughter would finger herself to orgasm, but never did 
any of them make eye contact. It just went on for years 
that way; with everyone pretending that they didn't know 
or didn't care. She learned much about fucking that way, 
but it had remained happily unspoken. 

But now, she was being directly included, whether she 
liked it or not. While still resisting, she was losing 
the battle with herself in denying the naughty feelings 
that this decadent act was shining upon her lust like a 
spotlight. Now that the attention was focused on her 
asshole, her young pussy was really tingling- itching 
for more. Part of her, deep down inside did enjoy the 
rape she had dealt with at the party after the initial 
fear had thinned out and she realized they weren't going 
to kill her- just fuck the Hell out of her. 

It isn't so easy to NOT feel pleasure. There was no 
brutality or direct pain involved, so after a time, she 
just let it happen and by the end of the gang rape, she 
was changing positions without being told and she had 
cum several times. Now she was about to cum again, but 
this time it was her very own daddy that was bringing 
her off, and with her mom watching none-the-less. She 
was only too happy when her daddy decided to switch back 
to her pussy. 

 He rolled his finger in little circles deep inside of 
her before he went back to pumping it back and forth. 
His thumb would occasionally bump her little clit while 
she rubbed it, and his finger squirmed inside her at the 
same time. "How can I concentrate on spanking this tramp 
when she's getting all wet and horny like this?" her dad 
asked. 

"Tom," her mother said, "do you need some relief before 
you get blue balls?"

"God yes." His finger was beginning to switch back and 
forth between pumping and wiggling as he replied, making 
slurping sounds the whole time. "I can smell this little 
slut of ours. She's driving me fucking nuts."

"Will a blowjob do?"

"No... no way... I need some pussy- bad!"

"I'll bet. Well, I'm on my period, sooo..." she looked 
at her daughter, who was snow looking back at them out 
of the corner of her eye. "You did this to you're poor 
dad. Tell him you're sorry. Now!"

"I'm s...sorry daddy," stammered the girl, feeling an 
orgasm approaching like a storm in the distance. 

"Well, now you're going to have to take care of him." 

"T... take care of him?" she groaned.

"Yeah- what did you expect to happen? Did you think you 
could just get him all horny and not take care of him? 
That would be selfish."

With that, she undid his zipper and freed his starving 
cock with its seven and a half inch hard on. She was 
unable to resist jerking it off a few times before 
lining it up to her daughter's dripping, cum soaked 
pussy. Crystal could no longer deny that she wanted it 
and bent her knees slightly, hoping to give his better 
access. The boys that raped her were roughly between 14 
and 17. Some of the older ones were fairly big too- a 
couple of them could even rival her father's length, but 
none of them had been even close to being as thick. 

With her ass still poised slightly upwards, the young 
girl just held still while her mother opened her 
precious daughter's swollen twelve year old year old 
mounds. The girl looked between her wide spread legs 
just long enough to see her dad's dangling balls and her 
mother guiding the swollen cock into her awaiting 
passageway. The very moment it sank into her, he began 
to pump madly, like a crazed, horny dog, and whatever 
remained of Crystal's inhibition disappeared with each 
pounding thrust. 


It wasn't until then that her father grabbed her 
immature hips and slammed her with pure male virility. 
Crystal did nothing to veil the pleasure which 
encompassed her, squealing out shamelessly, even as her 
mother grabbed her by the hair and drew her head back, 
saying, "You fucking whore! You do love this! Your daddy 
was right! You're just a fucking slut! Your daddy can't 
help it... he's a man- but you... you aren't suppose to 
love it! You're a dirty little cum-whore!" Then she spit 
in Crystal's face, "Slut! Bitch! Dirty little cunt-
whore! Stop it this instant! He's you're daddy, you cum 
loving cocksucker! You'd better not cum, you little 
whore!"

This only made the young girl feel sluttier and enriched 
her exploding feelings. She began pushing back as she 
soared into new sexual heights. Crystal had never felt 
such amazing gratification and the more her mother 
humiliated her, the more she loved it. Her mother added 
sporadic hard slaps to her face, and as she alternated 
between calling her dirty names and spitting as she did 
it. This drove the girl to burst into a cascade of long, 
pulsating orgasms which nearly dropped her to the 
ground. 

Her knees buckled, her ears rang and she saw tiny stars 
floating randomly within the outskirts of her vision, 
and she screamed out like she was being murdered. This 
excited her dad even more, and he could no longer hold 
back. His balls shriveled and blasted his incestuous 
semen deep inside the bowels of his little girl's 
throbbing cunt, as he yelled out, "You little fucking 
whooooorrre!"

Finally, he slowed to a stop and all was quiet. No one 
moved. They had gotten far too carried away, and they 
knew it. What now? Would their little girl call 911 the 
first chance that she got? The worry filled the air like 
a dense fog around the two adults. For a moment, they 
just stood there, his softening cock still embedded in 
his own little girl's soft pussy like a cork, holding 
back dollops of cum. They only panted in the silence- 
exhausted. 

Still bent over, Crystal was the first to shatter the 
flagrant stillness hovering around them. She cocked her 
head so she could partially see them. "Daddy... when you 
can... when you can get... hard again... can we do it 
again... please," she huffed. 

Her parents were shocked, but her dad quickly recovered, 
realizing in that brief moment that his little girl was 
a natural submissive, and he knew just what she wanted 
to hear. "You're damn right I'm going to fuck you again, 
you little slut," he replied, "Your punishment is far 
from over. I'm going to pound your cunt raw. We're going 
to take the doors off your bedroom and the bathroom so 
wee can keep a constant eye on you- and that's just the 
beginning. Oh yeah, you're going to love being home 
schooled, whore."
 
Crystal smiled to herself as she tried to catch her 
breath. Relieved at her daughter's attitude, her mom 
used her fingers like a soft squeegee to gently caress 
the spittle from Crystal's face, much like she was 
tending to a little baby. Her mother's demeanor had done 
a 180, and now she was cooing over her little precious 
preteen whore. She softly tilted her daughter's head by 
her hair and began gently licking the girl's face. 

Crystal just enjoyed it for a few moments before 
responding by lapping her tongue out to meet her 
mother's. Before they knew it, they were French kissing 
as Crystal's father moaned purely from the raunchy taboo 
sight. He felt his cock already beginning to re-inflate. 
If Crystal could have, she would have been purring in 
that post-orgasmic moment. 

She didn't know whether they were serious about her 
being a dirty little slut who shouldn't be feeling 
pleasure from her daddy fucking her or if it was just a 
sexual game to them, but she no longer cared. She liked 
what she felt. Her daddy fucked her better than she 
could have ever imagined. Perhaps they did turn her into 
a little crazed slut after all. But after a fucking like 
that, what did they expect to happen? 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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