Message-ID: <7227eli$9801120006@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cuntmissy Subject: Phil Phantom presents Tiffany's "Sacrificial Lamb" (1/2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34B99A1F.3F9A@hotmail.com> PART ONE OF TWO WARNING! The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'K' key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "Sacrificial Lamb" By: Tiffany My husband of eighteen years squandered our meager fortune on his crazy business venture. We sold everything trying to avoid bankruptcy while giving the business one more week after another. It was like a slow death watching a lifetime of possessions go at five and ten cents on the dollar. In the end, we failed miserably. Our last week in Cloverdale was spent living out of an old VW bus that didn't even run. Jeff took an overseas job and left Ginger and I alone. He left us with three hundred dollars and nothing expected to come in for months. We had to stay in Cloverdale that last week in May so that Ginger could finish her sophomore year of high school. We tried to hide our circumstances by walking the two miles to her old bus stop each morning and afternoon. During those walks, we talked. As stressed out as I was, Ginger had her own stresses to deal with. She didn't understand what was happening to us. We hid things from her as long as possible. Her life was crashing down around her just as she was peaking socially. She made the varsity cheerleading squad for the next year. She made the honor roll as well. The in-kids accepted her. Now, she was poor and homeless. I pitied her. She deserved better. She was a good kid, the apple of her father's eye. She was the apple of a lot of men's eyes, in fact. Ginger had developed into a foxy little girl and was just starting to date. I was proud of her. She inherited her father's good looks, and my figure. Her breasts were firm 34c's and still growing. Her legs were to die for. I told her she could start dating at sixteen, and she'd just turned sixteen. Had we remained stable, the boys would have been flocking to our door. We had a recovery plan that would put us back in Cloverdale in a decent house or apartment by summer's end. Jeff was going to save every dime he earned and send me enough to set up house at the end of August. All I had to do was survive three months on three-hundred dollars. To do this, I planned to stay with my sister and her family in the back woods of Arkansas. At first, I fought this and dreaded it. My sister hadn't married well, had four brats, all boys, and no hope for a future. I was blessed with a sexy body and good personality; Gloria was cursed with big bones and a nasty disposition. There was a great jealousy between us and I fully expected Gloria to exploit my predicament. She is three years my senior and bullied me all the time we were growing up. Mom always left her in charge, and Gloria dominated me. From very early on, she abused me sexually. She often tied me up and let her friends play with me. When I was fourteen, she let her boyfriend fuck me while tied to a bed. She got me pregnant four times in high school: two miscarried, one was aborted, Ginger was the last. Jeff was the father and my boyfriend at the time. Gloria offered him a piece of my ass; he accepted. Gloria was not my real concern, though. Hank was my real worry. Hank, Gloria's husband, is pure white trash. He works, but intermittently. He mostly drinks and lies around. Furthermore, he's crude, rude, and obnoxious. He raped a cousin of ours three years ago, causing a family scandal and rift. The rape was covered up, but nobody likes or trusts Hank. I knew that Ginger's virginity could be counted in minutes after meeting Hank. I knew that Gloria would love seeing me trying to defend Ginger's modesty and virtue. I knew she'd love seeing me fail and being helpless to do anything about it. I could easily imagine Gloria holding Ginger's legs apart for her husband, grinning maniacally at me while I cringed and cowered in a corner. They would, of course, use no birth control. Gloria would love to see Hank impregnate my daughter. It would be six months before we could afford an abortion. If they succeeded early, Ginger would be stuck with it. In fact, if they succeeded before August, chances are that the first trimester would pass before we could afford to abort. In truth, we had other options, though none were appealing. A strange thing happened to me after first considering staying with Gloria. While in my bed, thinking of the worst, thinking of presenting Jeff with a pregnant daughter, I became aroused. I fought this feeling. I hated myself for thinking it and reacting that way. Still, I came explosively after giving in to my finger. Each night, I added to the scenarios. Each night, I explored new dimensions in sexual degeneracy. I found relief from the stress and tensions by allowing my imagination to run free. The legacy of my experience growing up with Gloria was a rich harvest of sexual experiences that have fueled an even richer fantasy sex life. It wasn't long before I convinced myself, Jeff, and Ginger that staying the summer with Gloria and Hank was our only viable option. These thoughts haunted my mind in the weeks before we lost the house. I avoided talking about Hank and Gloria, though I'd had several communications with Gloria in setting up our extended visit and knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that my worries were well-grounded. Each time I called, I made our situation seem more desperate than before. Each time I was more humble and dependent. Gloria quickly responded and went so far as to tell me to send current pictures of Ginger before agreeing to take us in. Gloria specifically wanted sexy bikini shots. Prior to selling the camera, I had to ask Ginger to pose for the pictures without giving a good explanation. I found myself posing Ginger in provocative poses that high-lighted her chest, ass, and loins. Ginger did not like reclining with one leg on the floor and the other bent at the knee and laid against the sofa back, and she blushed as my lens zeroed in on her inner thighs. The photo's I sent Gloria looked like something right out of the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated. Gloria called after receiving the photos (collect, of course). She asked me point blank if Ginger was a virgin. I told her I had no idea, but thought she was. Gloria insisted I find out, call her back, and made Ginger's virginity conditional on taking us in. I swallowed my pride, promised I would comply, then went into my bedroom and gave myself a good cum. That evening, while clearing supper dishes from the table, I asked Ginger if she was a virgin. She turned several shades of red and looked shocked that I would ask. I insisted she answer. She said, "Yes, of course I am. Mom, why on earth would you ask me that?" I said, "Oh, just curious. Every mother gets curious when her daughter becomes sexually mature. You will too." That explanation satisfied her. I called Gloria and told her that I would be bringing a virgin. Gloria laughed and said, "You won't be taking one back. Do you still want to come?" "I have no choice, you know that." "Fine, then bring the bitch here. We'll take care of her, real good care." I tried to sound concerned but helpless. I left her thinking I was resigned to my daughter's fate. In fact, I was. Not only was I resigned to the loss of Ginger's cherry, but more and more, my fantasies centered on her getting pregnant early and being forced to carry the child to full term. I pictured my lovely, innocent daughter, waddling about a simple apartment, breasts bulging with mother's milk. The image alone could get me off. I needed to prepare Ginger for a radically different lifestyle. I told her to forget about cheerleading. I told her we may not return to Cloverdale at all. I convinced her that the next year or two would be tough; but, that come hell or high water, she would be able to attend college. She didn't remember much about Gloria, Hank, and their kids. The last time we saw them, she was eight. Abraham, Abe, their oldest boy was only six at the time. Bobby was Four. Chester was three and Danny, two. Now they were fourteen, twelve, eleven, and ten. Hellions, I was sure. They were little hellions back then. I never gave the boys much thought. In my fantasies, they were just there, watching, adding to Ginger's humiliation and my arousal. Ginger appeared to be accepting our lot in life. She withdrew socially. We spent a great deal of time together, walking, mostly. As I walked to or from the bus stop with her, she'd occasionally get ahead of me and stoop to pick up a bud or leaf. I'd see those sleek, tanned thighs and imagine semen trickling down them. My pussy would instantly lubricate. In those final days before boarding a bus to Batesville Arkansas, I began dropping hints that things in Arkansas might not be a picnic. I told her stories about Hank and about my relationship with my sister. I told her about the rape Hank committed. Ginger grew more apprehensive as the day of departure approached. Whenever I'd see her anxiety level rise, I'd reinforce our total helplessness and dependency. Like the good girl she was, she'd accept it. On the bus, I told her that Gloria had ordered me to take the pictures and that she wanted to know the state of her hymen. Ginger gasped and said, "Mom, that doesn't sound good." "No, it doesn't, but what could I do? I was so thankful you were a virgin. She made it conditional on accepting us. You are still a virgin, aren't you?" "Of course, when could that have changed?" "Honey, many girls take those matters into their own hands using a hair brush handle or a candle." "Gosh, Mom! Do you actually think I'd do something sick like that." "It's not sick, Ginger. I did it when I was younger than you. I used a boiled carrot. Don't tell me you don't masturbate." She blushed several colors, hung her head, and quietly said, "Mom, someone might hear you." "Well, don't you?" "Do we have to talk about it?" "Honey, there's a lot we should talk about before this bus gets to Batesville." "I know, but let's not talk about that, okay." We sat in silence for a while, then she said, "Mom, why do they care if I'm a virgin or not. They don't sound like religious or moral people to me." "Believe me, they are anything but. I shouldn't have to tell you why a sexy young virgin would interest a man like your Uncle Hank." "Are you saying he might rape me?" I turned and cupped her face, getting very serious. I said, "Sweetheart, I'm certain he will have intercourse with you. If you fight it, he'll surely rape you. I'm also certain that Gloria will love seeing him do it right in front of me. Honey, I can't help you. It will kill me to have to witness you getting raped all summer long, but it's either that or starve in the street. If I have to choose between watching you get screwed and watching you starved, I'll take watching you get screwed." The full impact of my words hit her gradually. Tears welled in her big blue eyes and she began to tremble. I hugged her tightly to me and stroked her head. We rocked gently in our embrace. I softly said, "Ginger, I couldn't bear to see you get raped. He will only rape you if you resist. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" She broke our embrace to look into my face. She wiped tears from her eyes and said, "What? Let him?" "Honey, I want you to step off of this bus with the expectation of going to see Uncle Hank for the purpose of having sex with him." "Mom, that's crazy. I don't want to have sex yet, especially not with a grown man, and especially not with a relative." "Like it or not, it's going to happen. I can't stop it. You can't stop it. If you fight it, you may get hurt. If you fight, then I will fight; I promise you that. No mother can stand to see her daughter get raped. I could get hurt trying to defend you. That's what might happen if you don't accept your fate." "But Mom, how could he rape his own niece?" "He's done it before." "Can't we go someplace else, get jobs, maybe live in a tent." "No, Ginger. That would be more dangerous than living with Hank and Gloria. Besides, we'd never get jobs without a car or a home address. We can't live on the street. Don't you think I've thought of every alternative before subjecting you to this?" "Yes, I suppose." "Honey, all I'm say is, if it's going to happen, and we know it will, accept it and make the best of it. Turn it into a game. I'm sure you've played nasty games when you were younger - truth or dare, doctor, post office. Pretend this is one long nasty game." "I never played games like that." "Well, I did and most kids do. Look, you have to lose your virginity sometime. No guy expects a virgin on his wedding night. Nobody really cares anymore. Sex isn't that big a deal. Your body has been ready for years. Who knows, you might grow to love having sex with your Uncle Hank. Your dad and I might have to drag you naked, kicking and screaming from his arms when we leave here. We may have to separate you two with a crow bar." This made Ginger giggle. She smiled and said, "I can just picture Dad dragging me naked from a man's arms." "It could happen. Your body will surprise you. It can rule you, make you do things you never dreamed were possible." "Okay, Mom. I won't resist. I won't like it, and I can assure you that Daddy will not have to drag me away, naked or otherwise." I breathed a major sigh of relief. We cleared our first big hurdle. It wasn't long before Ginger came to the next hurdle. After sitting pensive, staring out the window, she turned and said, "What about protection. Will he use a condom or something?" I took a deep breath and shook my head. I said, "No, not if I know Hank. Besides, Gloria will want him to get you pregnant. She'd love nothing more than to send you back to your father, knocked up with Hank's baby." "Mom, I can't get pregnant." "I'm afraid you can. I'm afraid you will." "I'll get an abortion, won't I?" "If we can afford it, yes. Now do you see why I said we may not return to Cloverdale?" "If I get pregnant, I don't want to go back. Oh God, I can't believe this is happening to me. What will Daddy say?" "He'd better say nothing at all. This is all his fault. It would serve him right if you had to bear an illegitimate bastard child." "Serve him right, what about me?" "Look, all you have to do is carry it and deliver it. We can adopt the baby out to good people that can't have kids of their own." "God! That seems so cold blooded." "Honey, life is cold blooded. We've just had it easy up till now." Ginger returned to looking vacantly out the window. Another hurdle was past us. I sat back and smiled inwardly. This was much easier than I'd anticipated. She became nervous and fidgety as we neared Batesville. I placed a reassuring hand on her knee. I said, "Don't worry, Ginger. Hank isn't likely to be here. I expect Gloria, maybe some of your cousins. Try to be brave, dear. Remember the game." "I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't think of this as a game. I'm scared." "Well, I hope you don't mind if I do. I need to try, or I'll go insane. Do you know what I'm going to pretend?" "No what?" "I'm pretending that a rich friend of ours offered us ten thousand dollars for your baby. They like your looks and intelligence. They want you mated to a tall white man, so naturally we thought of Uncle Frank. I'm pretending that I'm taking you to him for breeding purposes all summer long, just to be sure it takes. We need the money that desperately. Anyway, that's how I plan to maintain my sanity, by playing make believe. You should try it, Ginger. You'd be surprised what a little make believe game can do. Don't you ever fantasize crazy things when you masturbate?" Ginger blushed again. She said, "Sometimes." I sat up, smiling. I said, "Come on, Ginger. Tell me what your craziest fantasy is. I'll tell you mine." "Okay, but you go first." "Well, my craziest fantasy would have to be my abduction by a motorcycle gang fantasy. Need I say more?" "You do if you want to hear mine." "Okay, well, they take me way out in the desert. They strip me and gather in a circle around my naked cowering body. They have biker women with them, and one gets naked and joins me. She attacks me with her hands and mouth while they chant and jeer. She straddles my head and squats on my face. I have to do her orally in order to breathe. While I'm licking her, she rolls me over so that I'm kneeling on all fours and the guys start screwing me doggie style in both places. After everyone gets a turn, a real doggie mounts me. After the dog finishes, they all pee on me. That's pretty much it. Can you top that?" Wide-eyed, Ginger said, "Mom! I had no idea you ever thought those things. That was wild. Would you really want that to happen?" "Of course not. That's the beauty of fantasy; it isn't real. You can imagine anything you want. How about you, now?" "Mine's nothing like that. Sometimes, I think about a guy climbing in through my bedroom window and putting something over my nose while I'm sleeping. I wake up, but can't move. He can then do all kinds of nasty things to me. I'm powerless. He touches me everywhere after taking off all my clothes. He poses me in really disgusting poses and takes pictures, super close-ups, especially you know where. That's it." "What, he doesn't rape you or at least put his penis in your mouth?" She blushed and said, "Well, maybe sometimes." I said, "See, you can weave a make believe world. Try to make one that fits this reality. It really will help, Ginger. Mine is working so well that I can't wait to get you to Uncle Hank. I'll be mentally counting the ten-thousand dollars while he's doing it to you." "Jeez, Mom, you really sound like you can't wait. You must be super good at this." "I am. I'll get better as we go along. I'll bet you that before long, I can convince you and everyone else that I am one-hundred percent in favor of Hank getting you pregnant just to get even with your father. You know, I like that idea. They'll believe it." "I'm beginning to believe you already." "Honey, if you see me slipping deeper and deeper into this fantasy, please don't spoil it for me by reminding me that it's just a fantasy. I really do need this to keep my sanity. After we get away from them, I'll snap right out of it and we can then deal with the reality. Will you promise me?" "Sure. I think I understand. I'll try to go along. I'm going to try to think up my own game, okay?" "You do that, Ginger. Just sit back, relax, close your eyes, and imagine. We have roughly twenty minutes. I'll do the same to try to strengthen mine." Ginger and I rode into Batesville with our eyes closed but our minds wide open. When the bus made a sweeping turn and jerked to a halt, we both opened our eyes. I looked to Ginger and said, "Take off your panties. Just leave them here." "WHAT?" "You heard me, Ginger. Take them off before people start moving about. Just slip them off, hurry!" Ginger still looked stunned, but hurriedly raised her ass and shimmied down her panties. She nervously tugged them free of her shoes and stuffed them between the seat cushions as I said, "Good. I don't want anything to be unnecessarily between your vagina and Hank's cock. I want you available at all times, do you understand?" Ginger gulped, blushed, and said, "Yes mother." I saw Gloria waiting with two boys. She'd put on thirty pounds but otherwise looked the same. We emerged from the bus and were greeted coldly. Gloria introduced her two youngest boys, Chester and Danny. We stepped clear of the crowd and Gloria said, "Give me the money." I handed her a roll of bills totaling $178.00. She asked for my change, also. I had agreed to surrender what cash I had, but this seemed extreme. I emptied my purse right there on the ramp and gave her a handful of change. We gathered our bags and followed her to a luggage locker. She had us place our belongings in the locker, including our purses, then deposited four quarters and removed the key. This, she dropped into her bra. She then led us to the lady's room, checked inside, placed a hand-made sign on the door that said "out for cleaning," and motioned us in. We moved past the first room into the sink and toilet area. Gloria turned to us and said, "Get out of those clothes. I brought you things that won't make you look so much like Yankee tourists. Get a move on; we don't have all day." I knew Gloria would find some way to humiliate me, but I didn't expect her to start in so soon. I shrugged and began removing my clothes. Ginger stood frozen in shock. We've never seen each other naked before. I removed my top and told Ginger to strip. When I dropped my skirt, she began unbuttoning her dress, turning her back on us. I was the first to be naked and felt deep shame and embarrassment under Gloria's leering grin. I assisted Ginger, pulling her dress over her head and unclasping her bra. Gloria commented on Ginger's lack of panties, making her blush. I knelt before Ginger to remove her shoes and socks. While kneeling, I could not help but glance to her loins. Her light downy muff hid little of her sex. Her lips were puffy and full, fresh, young, and healthy looking. My heart pounded as I stood facing Gloria. Gloria said, "Get her up on the counter so I can check that cherry out. There better be one or I'll walk right out of here with your clothes and leave you two to fend for yourselves." I pulled Ginger to the counter and pressed her buttocks to the edge. She was stiff and trembling. She hugged her chest and tried to conceal her loins. I lifted her onto the counter's edge then stepped aside for Gloria. Gloria came up and pushed on Ginger's chest until her shoulders rested against mirror glass. She took hold of Ginger's feet by the ankles and forced them out in opposite directions, resting them on the countertop. Pushing hard on the insides of Ginger's knees, she said firmly, "You stay put just like this until I tell you to get down, you hear?" Tears welled in Ginger's eyes as her head nodded. Gloria wasted no time. She reached to cup Ginger's open pussy, inserting her middle finger. Ginger winced and turned her head away as Gloria made a big production out of examining her internally. She got low and used the fingers of both hands to spread Ginger's lips wide. She peered inside, sniffed her opening, then said, "Not bad, not bad at all." She let go and stood but kept her hand busy fondling Ginger's sex. She said, "You're lucky, Gwen. If I..." The door opened and a gruff male African-American voice bellowed into the cavernous lady's room, "Hey, who put dis sign on my doe. Who in dare?" Gloria went to him. I heard her trying to placate him, then heard him enter. Ginger and I exchanged looks of frozen terror as the man peered around the corner and exclaimed, "Holy, sweet Jesus! Lord have mercy!" Gloria led him before Ginger. She cowered in a ball on the counter top. I backed against the wall, covering my breasts and crotch. Gloria went to Ginger and slapped her hard across the haunches, saying, "I told you to stay put, didn't I? Now get that way." CONTINUED -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |