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*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

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Chapter 1

"Are you serious?" and a giggle.

"Uh huh, want to see them?"

"Yeah," and another giggle, then a gasp.

Darlene smirked; her sister and her sister's friend thought they were so smart. Mandy worked at the mattress factory, first shift, with their stepfather, running the first sewing machine. Tom, because of his size and his strength, loaded and unloaded the trucks.

Darlene, being so much prettier than Mandy, worked at Babbage's, in the lingerie department. Her being prettier wasn't just her opinion; it was the opinion of most of the people in Bender Louisiana.

She was a lot smarter than her sister, and her sister's skank friend, too. That was her opinion; most of the people that met Darlene thought she was a typical blonde, all tits and no brains.

"That is so cool!" Terri gushed. "Did it hurt?"

"No, Terri," Mandy snapped. "Felt good having a big old needle jammed through my tits; what do you think?"

Darlene stifled a gasp; Mandy knew very well that Tom would blow his lid if he found out that either one of them went behind his back and had any part of their body pierced, other than their earlobes. In Tom's opinion, only Whores and Sluts did that sort of thing.

Darlene would make sure that Tom would find out. She heard the sound of Terri's cigarette lighter and quietly backed around the house; cigarette smoke made her choke.

"What if Tom finds out?" Terri asked and blew out a stream of cigarette smoke.

"He ain't, and if he does, so fucking what?" Mandy sneered and took a drag of her own cigarette. "I'm fucking eighteen, you know? And it's my money; I can do with it what I want."

"Uh huh," Terri giggled. "They do look so cool, though.

"They do, huh?" Mandy agreed and looked down at her tee shirt.

If you squinted, you could just about see the glint of the gold through the tee shirt. She didn't bother with a bra; her breasts were A-cups. She often wished she were built like her sister.

Darlene was perfect. Darlene was five feet six inches; Mandy was four foot eleven. Darlene weighed one hundred and twenty eight pounds; Mandy weighed ninety-four pounds. Darlene wore a thirty-eight Double D; if Mandy bothered wearing a bra, it would be a twenty-nine A. Darlene's waist was twenty-eight inches; so was Mandy's. Darlene's hips were a womanly thirty-four; Mandy's were twenty-nine inches.

Darlene had long blonde hair, large blue eyes and a snub nose. Her lips were perfect pink and her smile was beautiful.

Mandy's hair was an unruly mop of brown curls. Her eyes were mud brown. Her nose was a little on the large size and her lips, if anyone ever bothered to look, were also a nice, full pout. She rarely smiled, but if she had, it would have revealed a sweet smile.

But growing up as 'Darlene's little sister,' she rarely did smile. She would make friends, then they'd find out who her sister was, and they would want to be Darlene's friends. The only boy that had ever asked her out on a date only asked her out on a date to get close to Darlene. At Christmas and Valentine's, Darlene's stack of gifts and stack of cards would be monumental. Mandy got one or two presents and never got any cards.

****

Tom Begnaud sighed as he lowered his bulk into the seat at the head of the table. Both of the girls were there and he pasted a smile onto his tired face.

The girls had been sixteen and fifteen when Tom had met their mother. Lynn Arneaux. Lynn was a little gun-shy; her husband, the girls' father, had just run off with a nineteen year old waitress, and to add insult to injury, had run up a thirty six thousand dollar tab on their credit cards.

But slowly, the large man had won the heart of the diminutive Lynn and the girls, then seventeen and sixteen, had celebrated with their mother when Lynn and Tom exchanged vows.

Then Lynn had met a drunk driver in a head on collision. The drunk, a seventy two year old man with no driver's license walked away with minor injuries. Lynn lingered on for four days before dying.

Tom could have taken the one hundred thousand dollar life insurance money; he was the sole beneficiary, and left. He could have told the two girls "Y'all are adults now, good luck." But he was a good man, an honest man, and knew that Lynn would want him to watch out for the girls.

He could have evicted them; it was his house. He could have made them go back to the trailer park he'd taken them out of. But he didn't. He didn't even charge them rent, or utilities, or groceries. Any money that they made was theirs to spend as they saw fit.

Of course, he did make suggestions; he counseled them on the importance of saving their money. But for the most part, he treated them as if they were his two little girls, as if he was their daddy.

Lynn had died a little more than six months ago. She had missed Darlene's twentieth birthday by a week. And Amanda, Mandy would be turning nineteen in a couple of weeks.

Darlene set the plate of spaghetti down; it was her night to cook. Whenever she did cook, it was always spaghetti because all she had to do was open the jar and heat the contents, and boil noodles.

"Thanks Sweetheart," Tom smiled.

When she did land a man, it would not be because of her cooking abilities that were for sure. At least Mandy took a little initiative, tried to imitate Lynn's cooking.

Darlene waited until Tom was finished eating before springing her trap for the smug little Mandy.

"Hey, Tom, can I get my nipples pierced?" she casually asked.

Mandy's fork froze between her plate and her mouth.

"No," Tom said, face a mask of contempt. "You know better than that. Only Sluts and Whores do that kind of shit."

"Aw, that's not fair!" Darlene said. "You let Mandy do it! Why can't I?"

"This true?" Tom looked at a very pale Mandy. "You pierce your nipples?"

"Yeah," Mandy tried to bluff it out. "You're not my father; you can't tell me what to do."

Tom's face darkened and Mandy immediately regretted throwing that jibe in his face.

Darlene had a flash of conscience; maybe ratting her little sister out hadn't been such a good thing. Tom's face was a dark red; his anger was clearly visible.

He was a large man too, six foot four, and weighed two hundred and forty pounds. If he even just slapped Mandy, he could break some of her bones.

With a speed that defied logic, Tom reached out and hoisted Mandy out of her chair by a handful of her brown curls. She didn't even have time to scream as he was marching her down the hallway to his bedroom.

"Clean up the kitchen," he ordered Darlene as he slammed the door to his bedroom shut.

Chapter 2

"So let's see them," Tom hissed and gripped the front of Mandy's tee shirt.

The material tore open easily enough and Mandy squeaked and folded her arms protectively over her naked torso.

"I said, 'let's see them,'" Tom roared and slapped her arms down.

"Well, ain't they fucking cute," Tom, sneered, looking at Mandy's small breasts with her small pink nipples and the gold hoops threaded through them. The holes were still crusty with dried blood.

"Please, Tom," Mandy whimpered, embarrassed.

"How much they cost?" Tom asked.

"Um, they was seventy bucks, you know, fifty for the rings and twenty for the piercing," Mandy mumbled.

"You wasted seventy bucks on that shit?" Tom bellowed. "Seventy fucking dollars? Are you fucking stupid?"

She fell to the floor when he slapped her across her face.

"Seventy fucking dollars?" he roared again. "You know how much money I pay? You have any fucking idea how much money I spend every God damned month on you and your stupid fucking sister?"

"He reached down and picked the crying girl up by her arm.

"Do you?" he screamed in her face.

"N-n-n-no," she admitted.

"The cable bill!" he yelled. "Just the damned cable bill is sixty dollars a month! I don't ever watch the damned thing; it's there for you and your sister! But do I ever ask you for money? NO!"

"I'll pay you for that," Mandy sobbed out.

"Oh, you're going to pay," Tom said quietly and pulled his broad belt from his belt loops. "Oh you're going to fucking pay."

"No, Tom, please," Mandy begged.

"Off," Tom nodded toward her jeans. "Get the pants off. Now."

"W-w-w-what?" Mandy scarcely believed her ears.

She'd never been spanked. Neither her father nor her mother ever raised a hand to Darlene or herself.

"Are you fucking deaf?" he screamed directly in her face. "Get the fucking jeans off! Get the undies off too! If you're even wearing any, fucking slut!"

"I'm not a..." Mandy protested but another slap to her face silenced her words.

"Talk back to me?" Tom bellowed. "You going to talk back to me?"

"No, no sir," Mandy sniffled and shrugged out of her jeans.

A second later, she steeled herself and pulled her skimpy panties down and off as well.

"Aw, you a fucking slut," Tom sneered as he looked at Mandy's hairless pussy. "Only Sluts and Whores shave their cunts."

Lynn had asked him once what was the difference between a slut and a whore.

"Easy," Tom shrugged. "Sluts like to fuck; it's all about the sex for them. Whores, they out to get whatever they can; it's all about them and they don't care about no one else but themselves."

"Seventy dollars, huh?" Tom said and snapped his belt. "I think one swat for every dollar, what you think?"

"What?" Mandy shrieked. "Seventy..."

You'd rather TWO for every dollar you wasted on that shit?" Tom asked.

"N-n-n-no," Mandy said.

Tom reared back and Mandy put her arms out to protect herself.

"Put your arms down," Tom ordered.

Instinctively, Mandy ducked when Tom swung and he missed her. A second swing was also avoided.

"You think you're so fucking smart," Tom hissed and grabbed one of Mandy's nipple rings and yanked her toward his bathroom.

"Please, Tom, Mandy begged. "I'm sorry, I won't..."

"Shut up, stupid slut," Tom ordered and grabbed the dental floss from the medicine cabinet.

Mandy watched as he tied a good Length of the twine from one nipple ring to the other, then used the 'yoke' to drag her back into the bedroom.

"That ought to hold you," Tom said as he passed the loop over one of the blades of his ceiling fan.

It did. Mandy screamed bloody murder as the belt lashed down across her buttocks. She jerked, and a sudden, intense pain in her nipples caused her to jerk forward again, directly into the line of fire from Tom's belt.

"Two," Tom counted as he struck Mandy's upper thighs.

"Please, tom," Mandy sobbed, a scream caught in her throat. "Please, no more!"

"Three," Tom counted and landed a blow across her buttocks again.

"Move your fucking hands," Tom ordered, but Mandy could not will herself to do so.

"Aye!" she screamed aloud as the belt lashed across her belly.

By the time Tom reached seventy, Mandy lay on the floor in a heap. He'd taken the twine from the ceiling fan blade when she'd slumped over; that was around blow fifty-six. He picked her up by her hair and threw her onto his bed.

"You are a fucking slut," he sneered at her. "Look! Look at you!

Her pussy lips protruded from her hairless mound, puffy and wet with moisture.

She weakly opened her swollen eyes and gasped; Tom had unzipped his jeans and was working his cock out.

Mandy had never seen a man's cock before and was completely unprepared for the sight of Tom's nine inches of erect, angry cock.

"No, Tom, Please," she weakly begged. "I'm a virgin."

"Bull fucking shit," he laughed and crawled between her legs. "You're a slut."

"She gasped as she felt him drag his erection up and down her wet, puffy slit. She moaned aloud when the tip of his cock came in contact with her throbbing clitoris. She groaned as she felt the first two inches of his cock enter her pussy.

"Mother fucker, you ARE cherry!" Tom murmured when his cock bumped painfully into her hymen.

She gasped aloud as his cock battered through her barrier and groaned as he slid his cock deep into her pussy.

"Fuck me," she mumbled.

"What?" Tom laughed, a mirthless laugh.

"Fuck me," she said louder. "Please, please, Tom, fuck me!"

He pulled his cock all the way out and she locked her slender legs around his waist, attempting to pull him back in.

"Aw, yeah, you one tight piece of ass," he said and sank himself, balls deep in her slit.

She clutched at him and kissed his hairy chest. She tried to put her arms around him but could only manage to get her arms halfway around his massive chest.

"I love you, Tom," she gasped in orgasm. "Oh! I love you!"

He picked up the pace, feeling that familiar tingling start. Underneath him, Mandy grunted and groaned and thrashed.

The mouth of her cervix was milking his cock head, trying to get his precious sperm.

"Baby, you on the pill?" Tom asked her.

"No," she grunted; another orgasm was shaking her to her core.

"Great, just fucking great," he laughed, another mirthless laugh.

"Oh well, kind of late now; if the little bitch does get knocked up, we'll deal with it," Tom thought to himself as his balls tightened.

Mandy's eyes rolled back as she felt his hot semen flood into her womb.

She came to with him pressing his limp cock to her lips.

"Come on, clean it, little slut," he ordered and she opened her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he groaned in pleasure as she licked rapidly at the length of his cock. "Oh yeah, you a good little cock sucker."

She looked up into his eyes as she felt his cock begin to swell in her mouth. He smiled down at her and lovingly stroked her cheek. She fought the urge to gag as his manhood pumped into her throat.

"Aw, yeah, here it comes," he grunted and pulled out of her throat, leaving just the tip of his cock in her mouth. He gripped her head in both large hands and slowly pumped his hips.

Her eyes opened wide as a warm, salty, gluey tasting fluid suddenly spurted into her mouth.

"Swallow, or would you rather I come on your face?" Tom asked her.

She swallowed rapidly and looked into his eyes as she continued to swallow all he could give her.

"So, um, I can keep them?" she asked as she pulled her panties and jeans back on.

"What?" Tom asked. "Huh, oh, yeah, yeah, you earned them, slut."

****

Darlene's door was firmly shut and Mandy smirked at the closed door. Her sister thought she was so smart, so cute. But she had just fucked Tom Begnaud, a man that both sisters had held a secret crush on for the past three years.

She entered the bathroom that she and her sister shared and started the shower. She gasped aloud as the hot water hit her welts. The belt had actually broken the skin where Tom had struck her more than once and she groaned deeply.

She slowly felt the ache wash away and lathered and scrubbed herself clean. She used her razor to remove any stubble from her underarms, legs and pussy.

She had started shaving her pussy when Terri had shown her her hairless mound. What Terri hadn't shown her was that the hair itched maddeningly when it started growing back. Even if Mandy wanted to, she couldn't grow her brown curls back; the itching drove her out of her mind.

Terri was such a lying skank, Mandy decided. Terri said she'd had all kind of sex, but Mandy was sure it was just talk.

"Who?" she demanded. "Who you had sex with?"

"Lots of guys," Terri said smugly.

"Name one," Mandy demanded.

"Big Eddie for one," Terri said. "And let me tell you, girlfriend, he lives up to his name!"

But Big Eddie, their boss at the mattress factory, was so head over heels in love with his wife, Miss Daphne, there was no way he'd ever fuck Terri. Plus that, if she had fucked him, wouldn't she have gotten a little 'perk,' maybe a little promotion? But she ran the second sewing machine, right across from Mandy.

And in all the descriptions Terri had given, none of them even came close to the orgasms she'd had with Tom.

And Terri had talked about sucking cock, but she'd never said anything about the taste of a guy's come.

For someone that's supposed to be all about fucking and sucking, Terri was always home whenever Mandy called her and was always begging Mandy to come over, begging Mandy to spend the night.

Mandy turned off the now cold water and dried her body off. She draped the towel over herself and walked down the hall to her bedroom.

She picked up her nightshirt and shrugged it on, then collapsed into her bed and fell fast asleep.

Chapter 3

Tom put the plate of eggs in front of her and she mumbled "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Tom said and then put a plate in front of Darlene.

Moments later, Mandy realized that she'd been served first. Usually, Darlene got her plate first; her chair was closer to the stove. Then her, then Tom would fix his own plate and sit down at the head of the table, furthest away from the stove. But today, he'd walked right past Darlene and gave her a plate of eggs first.

"Ready?" he asked as he grabbed his keys.

"Uh huh," Mandy said and followed him out to his truck.

"I got to work the late shift tonight," Darlene called out.

"Okay, but come home straight after work, all right?" Tom ordered.

"Uh huh," Darlene agreed.

Mandy suddenly felt nervous in the truck, sitting just a few feet away from the man that had beaten her with a belt, then brutally taken her virginity.

"I love you," she whispered.

His meaty hand came down and rested on her thigh, on top of a painful welt.

"Love you too, baby girl," he said.

"We um, you um, you going to make love to me again?" she asked, putting her small hand on top of his large one.

"If you want," he agreed. "I'll stop off at Gordon's, get some condoms."

"Condoms? Why?" she asked.

"What, you want to get knocked up?" Tom asked.

"Kind of, yeah," Mandy admitted.

"No, not now, baby girl," Tom said and gave her upper thigh a loving squeeze.

"Oh, okay," she said, disappointed.

How stupid of her. How teenage girl living in a dream world stupid of her. He didn't really love her; she was just a piece of ass, a fuck. He had no intention of this lasting for one minute longer than it had to. He didn't want the responsibility of a baby tying him down, tying him down with her.

"Quit crying," he gently told her and handed her his handkerchief. "Baby, I would love nothing more than to have a baby with you, but just not right now, okay? Shit, I'm still paying off that damned piece of shit car your sister 'just had to have,' and the medical bills from your momma keep coming in. I swear to fucking God, that old drunk mother fucker declares bankruptcy and I get stuck with the fucking bills!"

She took his handkerchief and dabbed her eyes.

"I do love you, and I do want us to have a baby, hell, I want us to have fifty, sixty of them, but can we wait a couple of months, huh?" Tom quietly said as he put the truck in park.

"Fifty or sixty?" she giggled, elated.

"Well, maybe not that many," he smiled.

****

Terri babbled on non-stop, prattling about a 'date' she'd had last night. According to Terri, the nameless man was hung like a horse and had filled all three of her holes.

"Even up your butt?" Mandy asked, slightly sickened by that thought.

"Oh, yeah," Terri said, smugly.

Mandy looked at her best, her only friend. Terri's hair was a dull brown, as were her eyes. Several pimples mottled her face and her lips were large and flabby. She had no chin at all, giving her large lips an almost clownish look.

She was bone thin, making her five foot six inch frame look somewhat taller, gawky.

"Yeah, I like it up the butt," Terri smugly declared

"Uh huh," Mandy said, not believing Terri.

"What?" Terri asked, sensing that her 'embellishment' was being doubted.

She'd had a date, if chatting with 'PileDriver145' on-line could be counted as a date. She and PD texted back and forth, telling each other what they'd like to do if he didn't live in New Mexico and she didn't live in Louisiana.
'HotHoles4U1992' Then I'd suck ur cock until u creamed my face.

'PileDriver145' I like that. U like anal?

''HotHoles4U1992' Anal is it! Love it up the ass!

'PileDriver145' I'd fuck ur tight little shitter till u couldn't walk str8.

'HotHoles4U1992' my hairless little pussy and tight little shitter r waiting!

She had finally logged off at one thirty in the morning; her mom had to shake her twice before she finally managed to get out of bed.

****

Mandy tried not to react, tried not to give off any signals that anything had changed between her and Tom when Tom put her plate lunch down in front of her. Terri was digging the peanut butter and strawberry preserve sandwich out of her bag; her mom still made her lunch for her.

"Thanks," she said.

It was Tom that gave it away; he softly touched her cheek before taking his own plate lunch down to the table where the other warehouse men sat.

"What was that?" Terri demanded.

"Um, looks like beef stew today," Mandy said as she opened the Styrofoam box and looked at the steaming contents.

"No, no, I mean, when he put it down," Terri demanded.

"What?" Mandy said, playing ignorant.

"Never mind," Terri snapped and sullenly bit into her sandwich.

They stood outside smoking. Big Eddie had built a little gazebo for the smokers. Tom said before the fire, the smokers just stood out in the parking lot. After the fire, Big Eddie did everything he could for his employees and their comforts.

"Big Eddie is a hell of a guy," Tom said, choking up a little. "Paid us even when there wasn't no work. Hell, we didn't even have a building! He didn't have to do that, but he did."

Mandy stubbed her cigarette out and walked back to the building.

"So, um, you um want to come over after work?" Terri asked.

"Can't, my night to cook, you know?" Mandy said. "Besides, don't you got to get ready for all them guys you fucking all the time?"

Terri felt the blood drain from her face; it was obvious that Mandy was no longer fooled by Terri's talk.

****

Darlene sashayed down the hall to the bathroom, preparing to shower, then go to bed. It had been a slow, tiring day at work; slow days wore her out much more than busy days. At least when it was busy, she was active, moving. When it was slow, she'd actually look for things to do.

Mrs. Babbage herself had talked with her that afternoon, noticing that, while all the other sales specialists stood around, waiting for something to happen, Darlene took the time to restock the racks, straighten out the displays, put returned items back out on the racks, et cetera.

Mrs. Babbage had talked with her about possibly becoming a sales manager, after some 'one on one' training.

"That would be great," Darlene had gushed.

She could really rub that in Mandy's face; while Mandy slaved away at a boring job, doing the same thing over and over, Darlene would be in charge of an entire department, in charge of people.

"Hey Darlene, come see a minute," Tom called out.

"Yeah?" Darlene asked.

"Got a problem, thought you might help me out with it," Tom said.

"Oh, okay," Darlene said and perched on the corner of his large bed.

"Say there's this little prick at work," Tom started. "You know? Can't even fart without him running off to rat on me, you know? I mean, I shit wrong, he's in Big Eddie's office, telling him all about it."

"Wow, what an ass hole, huh?" Darlene said.

She was thrilled that Tom was treating her like an adult, like an equal. He had a problem and was confiding in her, asking her for her advice.

"Yeah, little bitch," Tom agreed. "So, what you think I ought to do about it, huh? I mean, I'm really tired of the tattling and shit, you know?"

"You talk with him about it?" Darlene asked.

"Don't do no good," Tom sighed. "But it's really getting to me, every fucking time I turn around, 'wah wah wah,' crying to the boss."

Tom shrugged his shoulders.

"I kind of figure, always ratting like that, sneaky little bitch is probably up to some shit too, you know?"

"Yeah, people like that," Darlene agreed.

"Think a good ass kicking might set the bitch straight?" Tom asked.

"That's what I'd do," Darlene agreed.

"Hey Mandy!" Tom bellowed out, startling Darlene.

"Yeah?" Mandy asked, appearing in the doorway.

"Darlene here says that tattle tales ought to get a good ass kicking, what you think?" Tom asked.

"Or at least a beating," Mandy agreed.

"Wa-wait a minute," Darlene said, beginning to see that she'd stepped right into Tom's trap.

"So, think you could give the little tattle tale the ass kicking she deserves?" Tom asked.

"Tom, no!" Darlene protested.

She was taller and heavier than Mandy, but she knew she was no match for her sister. Mandy did hard labor every day, much harder than standing around, pretending to find rich, snooty people interesting, amusing.

"Okay," Mandy agreed, smiling.

"Ground rules," Tom said.

"Tom, you can't be serious!" Darlene protested.

"I am fucking sick and tired of this shit!" Tom screamed directly in Darlene's face. "Always running to me, tattling on your little sister! Fuck! Y'all are adults, fucking act like it!"

He stood straight again.

"But since y'all can't act like adults, I'm going to let y'all handle it like fucking kids," he said.

"No, Mandy, please," Darlene begged.

"Okay, no hitting in the face; can't have y'all going to work with a big old black eye," Tom said. "And fight's over when one of y'all says 'uncle.' Ain't right hitting somebody when they're down, you know?"

"I'm not doing this," Darlene declared, standing up.

"Then I ain't got no choice but to tan your hide," Tom said, grabbing Darlene's arm tightly while pulling the belt from its loops.

"You can't be serious," Darlene gasped.

"He fucking did it to me," Mandy snarled at her sister. "Look!"

Darlene gasped when Mandy raised her sleep shirt and showed her the numerous welts and bruises on her body.

"Oh Mandy!" she cried and hugged her sister. "Oh Mandy, I'm so sorry!"

"Uh huh, sorry don't cut it, huh, Mandy?" Tom asked.

"No, no, it's fine," Mandy relented, returning Darlene's hug.

The last time she could remember Darlene hugging her was at Momma's funeral. The only time she could remember any sign of love, of sisterly affection coming from her big sister.

"Thank you'll be tattling any more?" Tom asked, putting his belt back around his waist.

"No sir," Darlene sniffled.

"Good, now get out of here," Tom said and gave Darlene's butt a resounding whack with the palm of his hand.

Darlene hastily ran out of the bedroom and slammed the door of the bathroom and burst into hearty sobs.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say YOU could go," Tom said and pulled Mandy to him for a passionate kiss.

"You get them condoms?" Mandy asked him.

"Nah, fuck that," Tom smiled. "I figure we could get started on them fifty or sixty kids, you know?"

The End.
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