Seventeen year old Brenda Price is about to go crazy. Summer vacation just started and it is HOT! There's nothing on TV and no new magazines to read. Her stereo is broken and it's to damn uncomfortable to go out and get it repaired. If it wasn't for her exercise equipment, she would go completely insane. Keeping her 5 foot 9 inch female body toned and firm, is the one passion she enjoys. And the 131 pounds she is carrying is solid and well proportioned. Body fat is one thing Brenda despises. Another is her step-mother Martha. The two females don't get along at all. Brenda still doesn't understand how her father could remarry so quickly. Her mother has only been dead for a little over a year. And why Martha.

She's nothing like my mother. She said to herself. She's not nearly as pretty with that mousy colored brown hair of hers. And that damn health kick she is on is about to drive me over the edge. I swear, if she tells me one more time I should eat healthier and stop shoving junk food in my body I'm going to scream. Can't she see I work it off with my exercise routine. And another thing. Why does everything that is supposed to be healthy for you to eat have no taste. I would rather eat a greasy cheese burger and work out for an hour, then fill myself up with that tasteless crap she serves every night. Just what the hell is tofu anyway? The name even sounds tasteless.

And she better get off of my case about everything else too. Pick your clothes up, put your dishes in the sink, eat healthier foods. God I'm sick of hearing her mouth. One more year until I Graduate, then I can get the hell out of this house. Brenda decided to go work out for a while to put her in a better frame of mind. Using her equipment always made her feel relaxed and content when she was done. She set the machine where she wanted it and worked on her leg muscles. Then reset it to strengthen her arms. Finally, she adjusted it to work on her abs. She had a nice flat tummy that was very solid. Her six pack abs were not exactly visible, but her flat tummy was as hard as a rock.

Feeling more calm after her workout, she went to her room and peeled off her clothes. Then grabbed a towel and wash cloth and padded to the bathroom to take a nice cold shower. Throwing the towel and wash cloth in the floor, she padded back to her room to dress. A pair of cut off jean shorts and a white crop top was perfect to wear on such a hot day. As soon as she buttoned the shorts, Martha strolled into her room with a clothes basket in her hand. "I just finished picking up your towel and wash cloth from the bathroom floor Brenda. And now I find you have clothes strung all over this floor too. You need to be a little more responsible and clean up after yourself. You're old enough to know better."

Brenda looked at the 32 year old woman that was 5 foot 6 inches tall and roughly 112 pounds and felt like punching her in the mouth to shut her up. "Get the hell out of my room Martha. I don't feel like sitting through any lectures today. Just go about your business and leave me alone." She snarled. "I'm only trying to make a better person out of you Brenda. There's no need to take that tone of voice with me. Your mother didn't do a very good job of teaching you the values of cleanliness and personal responsibility. I'll speak to your father when he gets home and tell him to have a talk with you." She replied. Brenda went off. "DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU BITCH!"

Martha was taken totally by surprise. She stood there and stared at her with her mouth gaped open for quite a while before she got over the shock. "That language and bad behavior is unacceptable young lady. You're confined to your room until your father gets home to deal with you." She wheeled around and closed her door as she walked out of the room. Oh no you don't bitch. Brenda said to herself. You're not getting off that easily. She jerked open her door and stomped out of her room to confront Martha again. Martha had just reached the living room when she heard her door fly open. When she turned, she saw Brenda coming at her with a nasty look on her face. She had no idea what was about to happen to her.

Brenda's shoulder length blond hair was flowing along behind her. Her cold blue eyes were fixed on their target and were burning with fury. She grabbed the clothes basket in her left hand and threw it in the dinning room. Her strong right hand snatched a hand full of Martha's hair and she was thrown in the living room floor. Before the grown woman had a chance to react, Brenda was on top of her. Martha struggled with everything she had, but Brenda was just to strong. Her arms were quickly pinned to the floor by Brenda's knees, and the pissed off teen was sitting on her chest. Shivers ran down Martha's spine when she saw the evil look in Brenda's cold blue eyes. And the grin on her beautiful face scared her to death. But she summoned the courage to speak.

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME BRENDA!" The woman screamed. "Shut your mouth bitch. I'm sick and tired of hearing your whiny mouth run. I don't know where you got the idea you have any authority over me. This was my house long before you ever wormed your way in here. So stop trying to give me orders. I'm not going to do what you tell me anyway, so you might as well keep your big mouth shut. In fact, you don't say anything from now on unless I give you permission to speak." Martha looked at her like she was completely out of her mind. "Stop this ridiculous nonsense and get off of me Brenda. Before you really get yourself in a lot of trouble. The irate woman told her.

"SLAP!..SLAP!" Brenda bitch slapped one side of her face and back handed the other. "I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut." Martha lie there whimpering with a surprised look on her red face. "That's better bitch. The sooner you learn to obey me, the less painful it will be for you. I'm giving the orders around here from now on. And as you can see, there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." "I believe your father will have something to say about who is giving the orders young lady." Martha defiantly told her. "SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!" "You just won't shut up will you cunt? But that's alright. I'm going to have fun teaching you to obey me. And I'm sure you won't enjoy it." Brenda said with an evil grin.

She grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled Martha to her feet as she stood up. "Let's start your lesson in obedience, shall we." "SMACK!" Brenda punched the older woman in the mouth and smiled as she watched her stumble back. When Martha was able to get her footing, she grabbed her sore lip and noticed the blood on her fingers. Without any thought to the danger she was putting herself in, the angry Martha attacked Brenda with both claws out for revenge. Her mistake was thinking she was in a cat fight. Brenda had no intentions of rolling around on the floor like alley cats, trying to pull out as much hair as she could. Her solid fists were her weapon of choice.

Brenda easily slapped her hands away and drilled Martha in the mid section with four very hard punches. "THUD..THUD..THUD..THUD!" Martha dropped to her knees clutching her nauseated stomach. Her mouth was wide open trying to suck air into her lungs, and her face was turning various shades of green. With her incapacitated and helpless on her knees, Brenda threw a powerful uppercut that blasted the poor woman's chin like dynamite exploding. "CRRRACK!" Martha flopped over on her back moaning. Brenda smiled as she approached the semi conscious woman lying in the floor. She raised her leg and placed the sole of her bare foot firmly across Martha's nose and mouth. Then she rubbed it in her face while she laughed at her. Martha lie there whimpering.

"I told you I was going to have fun teaching you to mind me bitch. And the fun is just beginning." Brenda hauled Martha to her feet and shoved her against the wall. She grasped her around the neck with her left hand to hold her in place, and began breaking her down with her hard right fist. "SMACK..SMACK..THUD..THUD..THUD..SMACK!" Martha was unable to protect herself at all. She was sagging in Brenda's grip in no time. But the well conditioned teen didn't have any problem holding her up there. "SMACK..THUD..THUD..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK!" When Brenda turned her loose, Martha dropped at her feet like dead weight. "SLAM!"

Brenda looked down at the beaten woman with an evil smile on her beautiful face. When the idea occurred to her that Martha had been behaving like a spoiled brat, she knew exactly what she needed to do. She stripped the unconscious woman naked and dragged her over to the couch. Then she sat down and roughly pulled her sleeping body across her lap. She shoved her left arm under her gorgeous ass and trapped her right between her legs. Then she slapped Martha's face until she woke up. Tears instantly fell from her swollen eyes when the pain registered in her brain. Brenda just laughed at the sobbing woman she was easily dominating. She felt so powerful listening to her cry while she had the older woman draped over her lap. She should have done this months ago.

"Since you've been acting like a spoiled bitch, I think it's only fitting I treat you like one. The punishment for your bad behavior is going to be a good old fashion bare ass spanking. I think fifty strokes is a nice round number to teach you better manners. But if it doesn't, I'll be glad to give you a lot more if I feel you need them. You must learn to respect other peoples feelings." There was so much Martha wanted to say at that moment. But her pain wracked body and painful swollen face held her in check. All she could do was endure what Brenda dished out until her husband got home from work. Charles would put a stop to her reign of terror. Martha thought to herself. Brenda will be forced to face the consequences of her actions.

"WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK!" Brenda's hand struck her bare ass with amazing force. It surprised Martha how hard the seventeen year old girl could hit. Tears welled up in her eyes in a very short time. After about twenty smacks, the awful pain was to much for the older woman to bear. She began to scream each time Brenda's hand landed on her red raw ass. "WHACK!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Brenda laughed out loud at the painful shrieks coming from her hated step-mothers sobbing mouth. "You've been a bad girl Martha. And bad girls get their butts spanked to make them behave better the next time. So scream all you want bitch, because you have this coming to you."

"WHACK..WHACK..WHACK!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" When Brenda finished the fifty strokes, she rolled the crying woman off of her lap and dumped her in the floor. Martha lie on her stomach crying her eyes out. Brenda strolled up by her head and placed her bare foot on the side of the woman's face. "Have you learned to treat people with more respect? Or do I need to paddle your bare ass for you some more bitch?" Martha lie there whimpering and didn't answer her. "Answer me you stupid cunt. Or I'll pick you up and beat what little brains you have out of your ugly head." Martha realised she had no other choice. "Yes.. B.B.Brenda. I've.. l.learned.. my.. l.l.lesson." She sobbed. "You better hope so. Because you'll be damn sorry if you're lying to me bitch."

Brenda dragged Martha up to her knees in front of her. "Apologise to me for speaking about my mother the way you did. And it better sound sincere bitch." Martha did feel bad about that. She let her anger get the best of her and spoke without thinking. "You're right Brenda. I shouldn't have spoken about your mother like that, and I'm truly sorry. But treating me this way because of that mistake is wrong. And your father will punish you accordingly." "SMACK!" A solid right cross to Martha's left eye knocked her back in the floor. While she lie there crying and holding her swelling eye, Brenda went off on her.

"IF YOU OPEN THAT FUCKING MOUTH OF YOURS ONE MORE TIME I'LL BEAT YOU HALF TO DEATH! NOW KEEP IT SHUT BEFORE YOU REALLY PISS ME OFF!" She paced back and forth in front of the sobbing woman while the anger grew inside of her. Martha lie there crying and didn't say a word. Brenda looked down at her hated step-mother and was filled with disgust. She wanted to thoroughly humiliate the woman in the worse way. The spanking she had just given her was a good start . But she wanted the woman to feel shame and complete humiliation. Then she smiled when she remembered the item she discovered in their bedroom closet one day. She had been looking for some wrapping paper to wrap a Birthday gift for a friend. And laughed when she came across the strap on dildo. That would be the perfect thing to humiliate her completely.

Knowing Martha wouldn't have time to put her clothes on before she got back, she left her lying in the floor crying. She was absolutely sure she wouldn't leave the house naked. When she returned with the dildo, Martha was still lying there sobbing. "Awwwww Don't cry Martha. Brenda's going to make it all better." She told the sobbing woman at her feet. Martha's tear stained face turned white as a sheet when she looked up and saw Brenda strapping on the dildo. The 9 inch thick rubber dildo that she and Charles used in their sex games, looked like a monster strapped around the slender hips of her step-daughter. She completely broke down. Her entire body was shaking with heavy sobs when she saw the evil grin on Brenda's lovely face.

"What are you planning to do with that Brenda?" She asked with a horrifying look on her swollen face. "Don't be coy Martha. You know exactly what this is used for. I'm sure you and dad have had your fun with it over the past year. It does surprise me to find out my dad would like this thing shoved up his ass. You must have really corrupted him. I know he and my mother never participated in sex games like this. But since you came into his life, I don't even know him anymore. He's changed drastically while he's been married to you. Your biggest mistake was trying to change me. You wouldn't be in the fix you're in now if you had minded your own business and left me alone. Now you're going to pay for that mistake."

She grabbed the terrified woman and dragged her over to the dinning room table. Martha was kicking and screaming, but she was no match for her strong and determined teen age step-daughter. Brenda jerked the chair out of her way and threw Martha's upper body down on the table. "Please Brenda I'm begging you. Don't do this." She pleaded. "Shut up bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a cheap whore and there isn't a thing you can do about it. So keep your fucking mouth shut before I give you another beating." Brenda lined the dildo up and tightly held Martha by the hips. "OK bitch. Let's have some fun. I know you're going to like this as much as I am. So hang on tight and enjoy the ride."

With a mighty thrust, Brenda buried the dildo up to it's hilt in the sobbing woman's ass. Martha sucked in her breath and screamed. "AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The pain was unbearable. Without any lubricant, the dry rubber damn near ripped her apart when it entered her canal. "THUMP..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP!" Brenda banged away with a large smile on her beautiful face. Hearing Martha scream because of the pain, heightened the thrill for the dominate young teenager. Martha's screams finally died down to pitiful whimpers. She lie across the table crying her eyes out. She felt so degraded and humiliated to be forced to endure this pain. But Brenda was right. She wasn't strong enough to stop her. She prayed Charles would be home soon.

Brenda was off in a world of her own. What started out as a plan to shame Martha and pay her back for all the shit she had put up with for a year, had turned into a wonderful erotic experience. She was loving every minute of dominating her hated step-mother. Giving her a sound beating and spanking her bare ass had made her feel so alive. Breaking the woman down and forcing Martha's will to bend to her own, was the most enjoyable thing she had ever done in her young life. And listening to her painful screams while she humiliated her with the dildo, was pure heaven. It was like she had found her calling.

Brenda pulled the dildo out of Martha's burning ass and stood back. Martha slipped off of the table and slumped to the floor. She rolled up into a fetal ball and lie there crying like a baby. Brenda closed her blue eyes and savored the blissful feeling of hearing the broken woman lying at her feet sob her heart out. Neither one of the females heard the door leading to the garage open and close. Charles strolled through the kitchen without a care in the world. Then he heard someone crying from what sounded like the dinning room. He quickened his pace to see what was going on. He passed through the arched doorway and stopped dead in his tracks.

The shock quickly wore off of seeing his wife lying in the floor crying and Brenda unbuckling the strap on dildo. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" He screamed. Brenda threw the dildo in the corner and stood there defiantly with her hands spread out on her shapely hips. Martha crawled to her husband and wrapped her arms around his leg. He bent down to pick her up and saw her red raw ass and swollen face. It stunned him for a minute to see the damage that had been done to his wife. He slowly stood back up and faced his teen age daughter. "DID YOU DO THIS BRENDA?" He asked as he pointed to Martha. Brenda smiled as she crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Yes dad I did. She pushed me to far so I taught her a lesson. Now she knows how to treat people and respect their feelings. And if she gives me anymore grief, I'll beat the hell out of her again." She told her angry father. "Get your ass to your room Brenda. I'll deal with you as soon as I see to Martha. Now move young lady." He ordered. Brenda was feeling strong and indestructible. Dominating Martha brought out feelings that had been buried deep inside of her. All of a sudden her attitude towards being told what to do had changed. With the power and strength that was surging through her veins, she knew undeniably her destiny was to be the one in charge.

"I don't think so dad. That bitch opened her mouth once to often and I stuck her foot in it. I gave her what she had coming and I'll do it again if I feel she needs it. And if you don't get off of my back I'll give you the same treatment. If you want to clean her up and patch her cuts and bruises then you go right ahead. But don't open your mouth to me again or I'll shut it for you. Have you got that little man?" Charles stood there with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sweet seventeen year old daughter was threatening him with bodily harm. He must be dreaming this whole thing.

"What in the hell is wrong with you Brenda? Go to your room like I told you to before you force me to do something we will both regret." Brenda smiled as she swayed her feminine hips while approaching her father. "I see you're not any smarter then that bitch lying in the floor. So I'm going to teach you to mind me as well. He was totally unprepared for her attack, because he couldn't bring himself to believe she was serious. Brenda changed his mind real quick with solid punches. "SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK!" Before he knew what had happened, Brenda broke his nose, puffed up his lip, and hurt both eyes. He staggered back and stared at her in disbelief.

When her father got over his surprise, anger set in. His 5 foot 8 inch 190 pound muscular frame rose to it's full height as he leaped into the fray. Male fists with the power to take her head off went sailing at the well conditioned teenager. After he knocked her ass in the floor, he was going to pin her down there and straighten her ass out. But Brenda didn't cooperate with him at all. She moved her young feminine body like a graceful gazelle and avoided everyone of his murderous punches. After dodging his left cross, she was standing a little to his left. The missed punch had him slightly off balance and vulnerable. Brenda opened up on him with authority.

"SMACK!" Her right cross landed flush on his chin and spun him completely around. When he came full circle, her straight left drilled him between the eyes. "SMACK!" Dazed and unable to protect himself at the moment, Brenda took control. "SMACK..THUD..THUD..THUD..THUD..SMACK!" She drove her father back with ease. His large arms were flailing out in front of him trying to ward off her hard punches. But it was a useless effort. Brenda cut through his feeble defense like a knife through soft butter. "SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..THUD..THUD..SMACK!" The man was defenseless against his ruthless daughter.

Brenda was really enjoying herself. Handling her father so easily made her feel even more unbeatable. The power behind her punches seemed to increase with each one she landed. She had the big man floundering around on rubber legs in no time. He was thoroughly over matched and out classed by his teenage daughter, and there wasn't anyway he could do to stop the terrible beating she was giving him. "SMACK!" "I warned you not to mess with me dad." "SMACK!" "Now you're paying the painful price for your stubbornness." "SMACK!" "I am taking over around here old man." "SMACK!" "And there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

"SMACK!" "You and that stupid bitch on the floor will follow my rules from now on." "SMACK!" "Or you'll be punished for not minding me." "SMACK!" "I will not accept anything but complete obedience from either one of you." "SMACK!" "It's as simple as that." "SMACK!" "So get use to it you pathetic little wimp." "SMACK!" "You're not man enough to stand up to me." "SMACK!" "Accept your new rolls or I will beat you both senseless until you do." "SMACK!" "I am the boss." "SMACK!" "Remember that if you want to stay healthy." "SMACK!" "You really have no other choice."

Charles was out on his feet. When Brenda grabbed the front of his shirt to hold him steady, he had no idea she was about to knock him out. "CRRRACK!" The hard uppercut slammed into his chin with the speed of a jet plane and the power of a bulldozer. His head snapped back before it drooped down to rest on his chest. His large arms were dangling useless at his sides. Both of his strong legs were buckled and trembling. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open slobbering on his chin. He teetered for a few seconds before dropping straight down to hit the floor face first. Brenda stepped back a little so he had room to land. He lie at her feet sound asleep.

Martha covered her face with both hands and squalled like a new born baby. The person she had counted on to help her escape this nightmare was lying at Brenda's feet out cold. She was so happy when she looked up and saw Charles standing in the dinning room. Her knight in shinning armour had come home to rescue her from the perilous danger she was facing. A calmness settled over her because she felt so safe knowing he was there. Now she had no hope left. She saw his badly swollen battered face when he hit the floor, and knew he wasn't going to get up. All was lost. Seventeen year old Brenda had won.

Martha whimpered pitifully as she watched Brenda strip her father naked. She knew what was coming when Brenda dragged his unconscious body over to the couch. She was going to humiliate her father with a spanking just as she had done to her. Charles would be devastated and ashamed beyond belief. But there was nothing she could do to stop her. Brenda had easily proved that by handling her like she was a rag doll. All she could do was watch and pray his pride wouldn't be completely shattered. But she didn't hold out much hope. Charles was a very proud man. Being beaten up and spanked by his teenage daughter would totally destroy him.

Brenda was brimming with confidence. Strength seemed to be oozing from her pores. Dominating her father like she had just done made her feel like she could whip the world. She was in complete control of the house and it's occupants, and she was basking in the power she had over their lives. There was no way she could go back to the mundane life she had led. Being the boss and the person everyone feared was like an erotic drug. No more following rules or doing what she was told. She would make the rules now and inforce them with her lethal female fists. Everything her heart desired would be hers. Dad and the bitch would comply with her wishes or be punished.

Brenda pulled her sleeping father's body over her lap and tightly held both of his muscular arms on his back. Then she slapped the back of his head until he woke up. "I'm in charge around here from now on daddy dear. This spanking I'm about to give you will prove that you have no choice but to obey my orders. You don't have the strength to stop me so accept it like a good little boy. I am the boss in this house now dad. You and that bitch Martha will mind me or be punished. Keeping me happy is the only thing you two weaklings need to think about in the future. If I'm happy you'll be well treated. If I'm not, the two of you will be in a lot of pain. It's that simple."

Tears were running down her father cheeks as he lie across his daughter's lap. His pain wracked body hurt all over. But Brenda was right. He didn't have the strength to stop her. Now she was going to spank him like a small child and all he could do was lie there and accept it. Shame spread over him like a blanket which sped up the flow of his tears. His life had changed drastically in the last hour, and the future looked bleak for him and his wife. Everything he cared about was lost in that short period of time. "WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK!" The palm of Brenda's hand struck his bare ass like an unstoppable machine. Charles lie there crying like a baby while she completely destroyed his pride and male ego. He felt weak and totally worthless.

"WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK!" When Brenda was through with his spanking, she rolled him off of her lap into the floor. "Get on your knees and face me dad. Do it quickly before you piss me off and I have to punish you again. Now move." Charles struggled to his knees while tears were falling from his swollen eyes in buckets. "Good boy. Now listen carefully. You and Martha will obey me from now on. Is that clear?" "Yes.. B.B.Brenda." He whimpered. "Good. I'm glad you understand your place. Keep in mind I will not tolerate insubordination. You both will follow my orders to the letter or be punished. Things are going to change around here so get used to it. You're both to much of a wimp to challenge me, so accept it."

Charles looked at his daughter with a sad face. "If you were so unhappy, why didn't you just try talking to us. You didn't have to to do this Brenda. Look at poor Martha. You've beaten her to a pulp and I can see she is frightened out of her mind. And using that disgusting thing on her is inexcusable and wasn't necessary." He said as he pointed to the strap on dildo. "SMACK!" She knocked him in the floor. "I don't care what you think was inexcusable or unnecessary old man. I can see I haven't completey convinced you that I can do as I please without your consent. So I guess another lesson in humility is what you need. And I know just the thing to use."

She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to the dinning room table. Then she walked over and picked up the dildo. When Martha saw her reach for it she went into hysterics. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "PLEAESE BRENDA! DON'T USE THAT ON HIM! HE MAY NEVER RECOVER HIS DIGNITY IF YOU HUMILIATE HIM LIKE THAT. PLEASE BRENDA! SHOW SOME COMPASSION! HE'S YOUR FATHER!" She looked at Martha and smiled. "Don't you idiots get it? I don't care about his dignity or your feelings bitch. Obedience is all I want. And I shall have it. Even if I have to thoroughly break you two down until you aren't capable of having a thought on your own. Now shut up and sit back and enjoy the show."

Martha began squalling like a lost child. Begging didn't persuade Brenda to change her mind and she knew there was nothing else she could do. She looked on in horror as Brenda picked up her father and threw him across the end of the table. When Charles was sprawled out on the table his arm hit his lunch pail he had placed there when entering the room. It dropped to the floor and fell open. "Well well, what do we have here?" Brenda asked grinning. "I thought you told Martha you had quit smoking dad? So why is there cigarettes in your lunch pail? It seems you haven't exactly been telling the truth old man."

Brenda had always been curious about cigarettes. She knew they weren't good for you. But she always thought her father looked kind of manly when he stood there with a cigarette in his mouth. Now would be an excellant time to experience how she would feel about smoking. She picked up the cigarettes and plastic lighter and sat them on the table next to her father. Then she rounded up one of the ash trays he used to use and put it down beside them. Charles lie across the table and sobbed pitifully while Brenda buckled on the strap on. He knew he was to weak and in to bad of a condition to try and stop her. She would just give him another beating and then fuck him.

Brenda lined the dildo up with the crack of his ass and shoved it in with as much force as she could muster. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Charles screamed from the pain of the dry rubber entering his canal. Brenda held him there and lit one of the cigarettes. She choked and coughed when the smoke entered her mouth and nose, but she didn't put it out. She decided to try and get used to it. "OK dad. Lets see if you are as big a whore as that bitch you are married to. She began to like the feeling of having her ass filled with this dildo towards the end. And I'm sure she has used it on you herself. So lets see if I can make you love it as much as she did. Here we go old man."

"THUMP..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP!" Brenda drove the dildo into his ass as far as it would go before pulling it out to ram it in again. Listening to her fathers pathetic whimpering made her feel so powerful. She also got used to the cigarette. Seeing the smoky haze over them while she fucked her father like he was her bitch really turned her on. Even Martha stopped sobbing and watched in fastenation. She couldn't take her eyes off of the scene in front of her. Brenda looked like a powerful Goddess with the cigarette hanging out of her mouth. The muscles in her arms and legs were very visible while she held her father down and fucked him like a woman. Martha was getting excited herself just watching.

Charles was soon moaning with pleasure instead of crying. He was thrusting his hips back each time Brenda rammed the dildo in. For at least ten minutes the three of them were in their own world of pure sexual ecatasy. When Brenda finally stopped and pulled the dildo out, Charles collapsed on the table relaxed and content. Brenda noticed that Martha was playing with herself and was about to reach a very satisfying climax. Brenda laid the filter of the burned out cigarette in the ash tray and started to unbuckle the the strap on from her waist.

Before she had it completely undone and removed, Charles slipped to the floor and lovingly wrapped his arms around her right leg. When she looked down at his glowing face, she could see the love he had for her in his swollen eyes. As she was staring at him, Martha crawled over and wrapped her arms around her left leg. That same look of worship was in her black and blue eyes as well. A large smile spread over her beautiful face when she realised they not only accepted their place, but adored the fact she had turned them into slaves. And truth be told, she relished the idea of being their Master. She stood straight and tall and allowed them to show their affection. Brenda was now the lord and Master of the family. And she loved her new roll as their Goddess of strength. Life was going to be great again.