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My Humiliation - 4
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)

***

The continuation of My Humiliation, I tell of the death 
of my husband Jimmy, the birth of my baby, who was 
conceived during my multiple rape at Moses party, my 
lesbian experiences with Jimmie's sister Jessie, and 
the visit from my father, which culminates in his 
incestuous rape of my body. (FF, inc, nc, rp, 1st)

***

Jimmy was beginning to realise he had gone to far with 
me; not only was I refusing to take part in any of his 
perversions with Moses, or any of the other men he 
occasionally brought home; but I was refusing him sex 
too; even though he sometimes beat me and raped me, I 
would just lie there like a corps; very off putting for 
him.

I tried everything I could to get my children out of 
care; I even went to see my Member of Parliament. When 
he saw the documentation provided by the welfare people 
describing my so called suicide attempt, and 
promiscuity, he apologised and said he was afraid there 
was nothing he could do to help me. This was enough to 
really make me contemplate suicide. My nerves were 
shattered because of the strain I was under, so the 
doctor prescribed medication for me; I honestly think 
this did more harm than good.

Moses sometimes came round to the house while Jimmy was 
out; often he tried to get me into bed, but I refused; 
he even tried telling me that. "A good, shag would do 
you good; Kathy, it's what you need; my big black cock 
stuffed up you will make you cum and relieve all your 
tension." He didn't know that I had never had an orgasm 
during sex; I only ever came when I played with myself.

When I was eight months pregnant Jimmy had his 
accident. The police; came to the house one night. "Are 
you Kathy S..., wife of Jimmy S...?" Nervously I told 
them I was; I found it was never a good omen when 
police turned up at the house. "Can we come inside?" I 
stepped back to allow them into the room; all sorts of 
things racing through my mind. "What was wrong; was 
Jimmy in trouble; were my children alright; was it 
something to do with my mom or dad?"

"I think you should sit down Mrs. S..., we have some 
bad news for you." Shaking; I crossed the room and sat 
at the table; the police officer continued. "We believe 
your husband James S...; has been involved in an 
accident from which he has died from the injuries he 
received." It was difficult to comprehend what the 
police man was saying. "W-what happened?" I stammered. 
"W-what's happened to Jimmy?" "We believe your husband 
was drunk; according to eye witnesses; it seems that he 
staggered from the pavement into the road and was hit 
by a bus." I began to cry and giggle uncontrollably; I 
heard the police man's voice. "Do you understand what 
we are telling you Mrs. S...; your husband has been 
killed; he's dead?"

I heard my own voice asking. "Did he suffer; was he in 
pain; was it quick for him?" "I don't know; I honestly 
can't tell you." replied the cop. "I hope he did; I 
hope he died in agony; I hope the bastard suffered as 
much as he's made me suffer." The two officers looked 
at me; then exchanged glances; one said.

"Your upset Mrs. S..., it's a lot to take in; do you 
have someone who can stay with you?" I was still 
rambling. "Do you have any relatives; friends; maybe; 
or your neighbour's?" Just then there was a knock at 
the door, one of the cops opened it and in stepped 
Jessie. After explaining that she was Jimmie's sister; 
and my sister in law: The police men told me. "You must 
go to the morgue tomorrow; so as to identify Jimmie's 
body." Then they left.

Jess and I spent an hour or so talking about Jimmy; she 
told me that a couple of his friends had been to the 
family home; they had told her mother and her about 
Jimmie's death. "I know he's been a bastard to you 
Kathy; but he didn't deserve to die like that." I 
laughed; "What do you know; do you know what the evil 
cunt made me do with all those men; I bet you didn't 
know that he made me fuck Paul on his birthday; did 
you?" Jess looked shocked. "You and your fucking family 
didn't care when he beat me up and forced me to shag 
hundreds of other men for money either; did you?" She 
sat open mouthed listening to my tirade. "You all 
blamed me because the kids were put in care; none of 
you even asked me why; did you; not that any of you 
gave a fuck about me?"

I mentioned in pt3 of my story that Jimmie's family 
were all against me and didn't like me; I also said 
that this was not strictly true. Unbeknown to me there 
was one member of his family; apart from Paul, who did 
like me; "his sister Jessie." In fact it turned out 
that she was bisexual, and that she had fancied me for 
a long time.

Jess began to weep. "That's not true; I care about you 
Kathy; I always cared about you; if I had said anything 
my mom would have gone mad." She made us both a cup of 
tea and gave me a couple of pills. "Here Kathy take 
these; they will calm your nerves and help you sleep." 
After the tea and pills I felt drowsy and said I was 
going to bed. "I'll stop here with you tonight Kathy; 
is it ok if I use the kids room?" Without answering I 
went upstairs to bed; I must have been extremely tired, 
because as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

I must have been dreaming: I felt an enormous sense of 
arousal: I was being gently kissed on my lips; not the 
way Jimmy kissed me, or any other man for that matter. 
But softly: with warmth and passion. My breasts were 
being stroked and needed; fingers were rolling and 
gently squeezing my nipples. I seemed to be drifting in 
and out of consciousness: there was a tremendous 
feeling between my legs; it was as though someone was 
licking my pussy; I could feel the warmth of breath on 
my vagina; a tongue lapped inside me; then stroked back 
and forth over my clit a few times. I could sense my 
hips gyrating as the tongue brought me to a mind 
shattering orgasm; my whole body shook until I lost 
consciousness again.

I was awakened by Jess and a hot cup of tea. "How are 
you feeling this morning?" she asked; her face flushed 
by a soft rosy colour. "OK I think; I had this weird 
dream; it was like someone was making love to me; I had 
this wonderful feeling in my pussy; but it wasn't a 
cock; I had the most fantastic climax. At least I think 
I did; I never felt anything like it before." Jess 
smiled. "You better get up; we have to go to the morgue 
to identify Jimmy: then; we must see what mom wants to 
do about his funeral. I drank the tea then climbed out 
of bed and began to undress; funny; I went to bed fully 
clothed last night as I was so tired; but now I don't 
have my knickers on.

After washing and dressing in clean clothes; Jess and I 
caught a bus into town and headed for the mortuary, it 
was about 11am when we arrived and after a few 
formalities; I was asked into a room where there was a 
sort of table with what looked like a body lying on it 
covered by a sheet. There was a police man and a 
mortuary attendant present, besides myself; Jess had 
been asked to wait out in the corridor. 

The police man asked me if I was ready and I nodded; 
"Yes:" The attendant then pulled down the sheet 
covering Jimmie's face; he looked different; gone was 
the permanent scowl he always seemed to have on his 
face; in it's place was the image of an innocent young 
man who had passed away in the prime of his life. I was 
taken by surprise; there were no marks at all; not even 
a scratch. "Do you recognise this man; miss?" "Yes." I 
replied to the police man's question. "He is my husband 
Jimmy."

Jess and I left the building and caught a bus; we had 
to go and see my mother in law; something I wasn't 
looking forward too at all. "Not a scratch; not one 
single fucking scratch; all the pain and suffering he 
put me through; and the bastard goes out like a light." 
I muttered to no one in particular. The doctor's report 
had said that when Jimmy was hit by the bus, he had 
been knocked to the ground and hit his head on the 
road; it turned out the bus was hardly moving and had 
caused no injuries whatsoever to Jimmie's body.

The fucking evil bastard had died instantly from 
banging his head on the road. "Why couldn't the cunt 
have suffered like I have; I wish he'd lingered on for 
months in agony, I could have watched and took the piss 
out of him." "Kathy; you don't mean that; it's a cruel 
thing to say?" Jess was shocked by what I said about 
her brother and began crying

The first thing Jimmie's mom said when I entered the 
house was. "Did he have insurance; how much?" As I 
tried to answer she interrupted. "He's your husband; 
it's your responsibility to pay for the funeral; if 
there's no insurance don't come to me, I've no money." 
Eventually, I explained that there was enough money to 
bury Jimmy; with a little left over. 

"It should be shared out; Jimmy would want all his 
family to benefit from it; how much is left?" I was 
angry with her; and for the first time ever I snapped 
back at her. "Whatever money is left it's for me and my 
kids." "Fuck you and his family; you all treated me 
like shit; tell me; what did any of you ever do for 
us?" 

The people in the house were stunned; Jess sat open 
mouthed gawping at me; my mother in law turned crimson 
and began to sweat profusely; as she tried to think up 
an answer she just stammered her words. I had the upper 
hand at last and laid into her again. "You call 
yourselves a family; that's crap you're just a load of 
animals; you all knew what Jimmy was doing to me; 
making me have sex with all his mates for money; what 
did any of you do to help me?" I'll tell you. "Nothing; 
sweet fuck all; the worst thing I ever did was to get 
mixed up with your poxy family." As I left the house I 
threw back. "Another thing; you'll not get to see the 
grandchildren either." 

I went ahead and arranged the funeral myself, seeing as 
how his mother wanted nothing to do with it now I had 
made it clear she was getting nothing out of it. 
Although I had the insurance money I ordered the 
cheapest of everything; and to be honest it showed. On 
the day of the funeral there were several nasty 
comments; such as. "Co-op job, cut price crap, cheep 
shit?" And so on; none of them actually directed at me. 

I had only ordered a hearse for Jimmy and one limousine 
for the kids and me; they had been allowed out of care 
with a social worker to attend their father's funeral; 
the rest of his family were left to make their own way 
to the Crematorium. My own parents were conspicuous by 
their absence. I could hear my mother in law 
complaining that Jimmy always said he wanted to be 
buried, not cremated: I turned on her and snarled. "In 
that case, you should have drowned the bastard as a 
child and buried him years ago." She sat staring at me 
open mouthed and burst into tears.

After the service I left immediately with my children 
and the social worker; who incidentally was very kind 
and considerate towards us; my children knew her well 
and seemed to like her very much. We went back to my 
house where I made a few sandwiches and tea; the social 
worker had brought cakes with her when she first came 
with the kids. While chatting she asked me. 

"Kathy; I'm not trying to interfere, but what are you 
going to do now?" I thought for a moment and replied. 
"I don't really know; get a job I suppose." she 
continued. "You strike me as quite an intelligent young 
woman; why not try and get back into adult education; 
get some qualifications behind you and find yourself a 
worthwhile job?" At the time I never thought much about 
what she said.

The rest of Jimmie's family and friends went to the 
pub; from what I later heard most of them were pissed 
and causing trouble. 

I spent a wonderful couple of hours with my children, 
playing and telling stories before the social worker 
regrettably informed me that they would have to leave. 
After kissing the children and saying our goodbyes; I 
settled down with a cup of tea and thought about my 
life. I had never been a very happy child, probably due 
to the strict regime my parents imposed on me. Although 
I had many friends, I never really had anyone who was 
very close: It seemed they all let me down in some way 
or another. 

My relationship with Jimmy had been a total disaster; I 
had fallen for his mind control games to a point where 
my life was no longer my own. Now I was on my own; 
Jimmy was gone; I had lost my children, although I 
still saw them regularly; and I was still disowned by 
my own parents. "Kathy; you've got your life back, it's 
up to you to choose the way you live it." Or so I 
thought.

That evening Jess dropped by; I had somehow warmed to 
her even though she was part of the family of horrors; 
as I now saw them. Jess had brought a couple of bottles 
of wine, so we set about drinking them. She filled me 
in about the goings on at the pub, the fighting and the 
police being called. Reluctantly; after a lot of 
persuasion; she told me what people had been saying 
about me.

"I was a slag; a whore; an unfit mother; a prostitute 
who had ruined Jimmie's life." Funny how everyone that 
knows the truth; sees it in a different light after a 
few drinks. Jess said. "There was a collection for you 
in the pub, but after mum had finished running you down 
about the funeral it was given to her instead; it came 
to £107." I laughed and told her it was ok. "I don't 
want their fucking money anyway."

Jess asked to stay the night and said she would sleep 
in the kid's room; after the wine and long day, I 
drifted off to sleep quite easily. Again I was 
dreaming; the same sort of dream as before; I was in 
complete arousal; someone was kissing me gently; my 
tits were being caressed, I could feel my nipples, 
solid; I moaned. The lips attached to mine disappeared; 
the hands on my breasts removed; I awoke. "Je...ss, 
Jess, what are you doing to me?" "Oh god Kathy; I'm 
sorry; I...I...couldn't help it; I...I love you, I 
thought you were asleep." she began to sob. "W as it 
you the last time; d...did you touch me when you stayed 
over before?" Jess answered sheepishly. "Yes Kathy; I 
gave you sleeping tablets, I know I shouldn't have; I 
didn't have any this time so you woke up; I'm sorry." 

I reached out with my arm and pulled her to me and 
cuddled her. "It's ok Jess, don't cry, I thought I had 
dreamed it all; I wasn't sure if I had really had that 
fantastic climax or not." As we talked Jess crawled 
into my bed and we held each other tight; we exchanged 
a few kisses, I thought how soft and tender her lips 
were compared to men.

I felt a hand on my breast again, she was rolling my 
nipple between her finger and thumb; I returned the 
favour by cupping and gently squeezing her tit. There 
was an intense sexual chemistry between us; I felt her 
hand parting my legs; she slid it up my thighs and 
stroked my pussy through the thin fabric of my 
knickers; I raised my bottom off the bed so she could 
remove them. Her fingers delved into my cunt; one; two; 
she was massaging my clit; "Oh god, such pleasure." 

I put my hand gingerly between her thighs; no pants to 
obstruct my fingers as I slipped them inside her; she 
was so tight and wet; as I massaged her clit with my 
thumb she trapped my hand in a vice like grip when she 
closed her thighs tightly; her orgasm was loud. 

"Agh...oh god; I'm coming; oooh, agh! My fanny's on 
fire; don't stop, oh please don't stop." After she had 
calmed down she kissed me passionately, then slid down 
the bed and between my open thighs; I felt her hot 
breath on my vagina; using her fingers she prized open 
my outer lips; her tongue licked me from my bottom to 
my clit; the sensation was electrifying; she repeated 
over and over, until her long tongue slipped inside my 
hole and licked me to a fantastic climax. We had a 
couple of repeat performances throughout the night.

When we woke we talked; I'm sorry Jess, we shouldn't 
have done it; I don't know why I let you do it to me. 
"I.I. I'm not a queer; I've never been with a woman 
before." Jess replied indignantly. "I'm not a fucking 
queer either: I've got a boyfriend and I love his cock; 
it's just that I like girls too; girls are soft and 
tender, their bits are smooth and fine; not hard and 
rough like a mans." I had to agree with her there; 
although she was my only female sex partner, I knew 
there was no comparison to the many men that had fucked 
and used my body for their sole pleasure.

Two weeks after Jimmie's funeral I went into hospital 
where I gave birth to my baby; a boy; just as I had 
feared the baby turned out to be black; the product of 
one of those animals who had repeatedly raped me at 
Moses party. The welfare people came to the hospital to 
see me; they were asking me all sorts of questions. "Do 
you know who the father is; are you still in contact 
with him?" I tried to explain that I had been raped by 
several black men but they ignored my explanations. 

"How come your other children are white; have you taken 
up with a coloured man?" They went on to tell me that 
due to my past medical, promiscuous and psychiatric 
history, the baby would have to be taken into care also 
for his own protection. "What psychiatric history; I 
don't have one?" "Your attempted suicide," Came, the 
curt reply. I asked about adoption; still trying to get 
the message across that the baby was the result of my 
being raped.

After all the formalities of form signing the baby was 
taken away from me; to be honest; I didn't feel any 
maternal instincts at all towards the child; probably 
due to the circumstances in which he was conceived. 
When I went to use the toilet, I overheard the two 
welfare women talking to a doctor and nurse; through 
the partly open outer door of the toilet I heard a 
voice. "There's too much of it going on; far too many 
young white girls going with blacks; getting pregnant 
and dumping the results on society." someone else 
replied. 

"Enoch Powel was right; the government let too many of 
them into the country." The doctor must have spoken 
next because it was a male voice I heard. "You mark my 
words; in a hundred years or so there won't be any 
white babies born in England; they'll all be pickaniny 
mongrels." I couldn't help myself; I erupted into fits 
of laughter and left the toilet under the withering 
glare of those speaking.

I managed to find myself a job in a factory assembling 
bicycles; the money was good as I was on piece work, 
"In those days most people used bikes." I was managing 
to pay the rent on the house along with other bills. 
Things were ticking over nicely apart from a few of 
Jimmie's friends hitting on me, pestering me for sex; I 
wasn't interested in any of them and there was no way I 
would sleep with them. Besides I had the occasional 
visit from Jess; I felt I no longer needed a man in my 
life; Jess was more than enough to satisfy me sexually. 
At last everything was good for me; I even had weekend 
visits from my kid's.

A little over a year later I had a visit from my 
father; I was very surprised because both he and my 
mother still wanted nothing to do with me; I had tried 
on many occasions to make peace with them, without 
success. When I answered the door dad just barged in 
past me. "To what do I owe this visit?" I asked 
haughtily. 

"Your out; Mrs. Roberts wants you out of the house by 
the weekend." His voice sounded slurred as if he was 
drunk. "Mrs. Roberts knows what's been going on between 
you and that other whore; as if you hadn't had enough 
with your fucking good for nothing husband; now you're 
a lesbian like his filthy sister."

I was shocked; not just by his tirade at me; more by 
how he found out about Jess and me. "Yes everybody 
knows; that fucker she's engaged to told every cunt at 
work." It turned out that Jessie's fiancé had a fantasy 
of watching her have sex with another woman; when she'd 
had a few drinks one night she told him about us and 
our little affair. Being the mouthy bastard he was, he 
told some of his friend's at work, they in turn told 
others and it spread like wildfire. It just so happened 
that my dad worked at the same place and was also told.

He wouldn't listen to my lame explanations. "Mrs. 
Roberts knows, her grandson told her; now she wants you 
out." He lunged forward grabbing me by my upper arms; 
shaking me like a rag doll. "How can you keep on 
humiliating your mother and me like this?" He had his 
face close to mine; there was a wild look in his eyes, 
and I could smell the drink on his breath. 

I was absolutely terrified; I had never seen my father 
so angry in all my life. Throughout all my troubles 
with Jimmy; my father knew all the disgusting things I 
had been forced to participate in; he had never behaved 
like this. Admittedly he had been angry and upset, and 
he had always made it clear to me that he was ashamed 
of my activities; and so no longer considered me to be 
his daughter.

He was forcing me backwards, onto the couch; I felt 
myself lying, stretched flat on my back along its 
length; I could still hear him ranting. "Everybody; 
every, single, fucking, body in the neighbourhood has 
fucked you; they call you the bike; have you any idea 
how this makes your mother and me feel?" He was foaming 
at the mouth. I was crying; my whole body was quivering 
with fear. I tried to plead with him but I was so 
scared that whatever I was trying to say came out 
garbled. He was trying to kiss me; his slobbery lips 
crushing down on mine; his tongue trying to force its 
way into my mouth; I tried to struggle and scream but 
to no avail.

He held my hands above my head with his one hand; the 
other was alternately fondling and squeezing my tits 
quite roughly. My blouse was wrenched open pulling off 
the buttons; he dragged my bra up to my neck freeing my 
breasts; all the time he still verbally abused me. "You 
little slut; they say your cunts an ever open door; you 
like cock so much you let anyone up your hole." "No 
daddy please; I'm sorry." 

He now had my right tit in his mouth; sucking viciously 
and biting my nipple so hard I thought he would bite it 
off. My skirt was round my waist; he was fumbling with 
his fly buttons. "Daddy stop; you can't do this I'm 
your daughter; please it's all wrong." I could feel his 
hard prick pressing into my thigh; there was wetness 
from his pre-cum. Now he had a hold on my knickers 
pulling at them hard, twisting and tearing them till he 
had them off.

My right leg was forced up onto the back rest of the 
couch. "You dirty whore; you shagged all those men; 
even niggers; you let them black bastards shoot their 
filthy spunk up you and had a black enamel bastard of 
your own." He was on top of me; probing for the 
entrance to my hole. "Oh god no; p...lease your my 
father; you mustn't do this." 

More pushing and probing, he adjusted his angle. 
"N...o, Stop, take it out; p...lease daddy, get off me; 
pull your cock out your not wearing a Johnnie." He was 
thrusting into me like a mad man. It was as though he 
hadn't shagged anyone for years: grunting and panting. 

"Fuck condoms; everybody else stuffs you without them; 
I'm coming inside you same as all the others; at least 
my kid wont be a pickaniny." No matter how much 
pleading and begging I did, he carried on riding me 
until he ejaculated. "Agh, oh god, I'm coming... oh... 
Kathy; I love you." I felt his penis jerking inside me; 
the sloppiness as he kept on fucking me until he lost 
his erection, after a while his prick came out of me 
with a plop; followed by a copious amount of his spunk.

I lay there sobbing as he eventually lifted himself off 
me. "How could you; I'm your daughter; after all you 
said to me you raped me? Why?" He sat at the kitchen 
table, ashen faced; his dick still protruding from his 
fly; surrounded by gobs of spunk that showed up against 
the Navy Blue of his trousers. He was silent for a 
moment. "Kathy I'm so sorry; I'm sorry for everything, 
I shouldn't have been so unkind to you; I love you, I 
always have." "You had a funny way of showing it; ever 
since I first met Jimmy you've treated me like shit." 
He raised his head and looked at me. "I know; I wanted 
to hurt you like you were hurting me; I was jealous."

I went upstairs to get cleaned up and re-dressed; when 
I returned downstairs he was still sitting there with 
his cock hanging out. "I should report this to the 
police; you raped me; your own daughter; suppose I get 
pregnant?" I was shocked by his answer. "I want you to; 
I want you to have my baby; I told you I loved you 
Kathy. I've always wanted to make love to you since you 
were little." 

I felt sick to my stomach. "Your disgusting; you're a 
pervert; what's mom going to say when I tell her what 
you've done to me?" He was startled by my outburst. 
"No...; no you can't; please Kathy don't say anything 
to her; it'll kill her." looking at him as he sank in 
his chair he was pathetic, I actually felt sorry for 
him as he cried like a baby.

We began to talk to each other as a father and daughter 
should, without malice. I explained to him all the 
things that had happened to me these past few years. 
The way Jimmy had forced me to take part in all his 
disgusting fantasies, my enforced life of prostitution, 
all the rapes and beatings I had suffered at the hands 
of my husband and his so called friends. 

The anguish: of my lovely children being taken into 
care. The only happiness I had in years with Jess. "I'm 
not a lesbian daddy; it's just that I needed to be 
loved; no one wanted me and Jess was there in my hour 
of need after Jimmy died." this was very true, Jess and 
I just provided each other with sexual relief. I poured 
my heart out to him.

My father went on to tell me of his jealousy when I 
took up with Jimmy; of the sexual feelings that he had 
harboured for me ever since I was a child. He took 
great pains in convincing me that he had no feelings 
for other children; I believed him. He said it broke 
his heart the way he had treated me; all the names he 
had called me, and the insults he threw at me. He had 
tried so many times to get in touch, but had found it 
impossible to make the initial contact; his selfish 
pride just wouldn't allow it. The longer we were apart, 
the more difficult it became for him; in the end it had 
turned him into a bitter and twisted man

I told my father he should leave; to be honest we were 
both becoming a little emotional. As he got to his feet 
I said with a grin. "You better put your cock away 
first; you don't want to get nicked for flashing." He 
looked down to his crotch red faced; he hadn't realised 
his tool was still hanging out.  When he was leaving I 
asked. "Is there anything you can do with Mrs. Roberts; 
can you talk her into letting me stay?" He looked at me 
with a sorry expression. "I'll try"

I couldn't bring myself to report my dad to the police 
for raping me; neither did I have the heart to tell my 
mother, I knew if she ever found out it would destroy 
her. From that day onwards the relationship between my 
father, and eventually my mother and I:  improved for 
the better. What my father did to me was never 
mentioned by either of us again.

***

If any of my readers would like to send feedback on my 
stories, it would be very much appreciated. Without 
such feedback, an author has no idea if he/she, is 
writing well enough to keep their audience interest in 
their work. Even criticism is better than no comment at 
all from readers.

Kathy S. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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