A Mother, a Daughter, and my Uncle. Then came Ara.
by marcuswriter3@gmail.com



My Uncle James gets beaten, humiliated and dominated by an angry Mother and
her bitch of a Daughter. Then, along came Ara ...

I was walking home, as I did most days at this time, and had passed through a
very quiet lane with an exterior that gave the impression of a well-kept large
single house along the way. I knew the area well and the house even more so as
it belonged to an Uncle of mine named James, a quiet respectable man, a
photographer by profession.

It was a still, tranquil sort of day, and, as I said, this was the way I
travelled most every day, but, this was going to be a mighty different day to
the norm. My Uncle, my Mother's older Brother, was around forty-nine years of
age, slight build, short in height and was as meek as he was kind and gentle.
The round spectacles he wore topped off the geeky look he presented, he had
been a real scholar since his early years, so I had been informed.

Two females were at his front door, one who was just seventeen, Trudy, I knew
her from school as she was in the same high grade as myself, a feisty, cruel
uncouth girl who was a bully and nasty-mouthed girl, around five feet three,
about a hundred and twenty pounds and strikingly pretty, a round face with
full lips and a button nose, green eyes and shoulder length brown hair, she
wore a pleated dark skirt ending about four inches above her knees, black
socks that were slightly below her knees, a tight white blouse and a blue tie,
loosened, she wore brown school-type shoes, she was smoking a cigarette,
although it was in quite an ungainly style.

The other female, Mina, was around thirty-eight, maybe a hundred and
forty-five pounds, five feet seven, slim, attractive, her breasts looked quite
a good size, straight dark brown hair, a little past her shoulders, a harsh
mean look, pouty big red lips, piercing blue eyes, quite strong looking
actually and wore a sharp straight black skirt, slightly past her knees
sporting a centre split which rose quite high, fish-net tights and a flowing
blouse that looked like it was of a suede material, and, like the other
female, who, I already knew was her Daughter, she was smoking a cigarette,
just by holding it between her lips without the aid of her fingers, she was
amazing.

Actually, it was then I spotted that she was quite easily and firmly gripping
my Uncle's balding head in between her thighs, a standing head-scissors in
fact, and this was how I knew her centre split in her tight black skirt rose
high, as the sides parted to the left and right of my poor Uncle's head, her
hands upon her shapely hips in defiance, with my Uncle's trapped and contorted
face looking forward, dead ahead actually, right into the face of that
laughing bitch of a schoolgirl bully, Trudy Wallanger, who was squatting down
to witness his distress and torment him, and, a real bonus, I could see her
black knickers, that was a real buzz for me, they looked really sexy, as she
was in such a position it was made easy and oh, what a wonderful sight it
made, seeing Trudy's black underwear was a massive turn-on for someone like me
who secretly admired her from afar at school knowing she would batter me if
she saw me looking at her in a sexual manner.

I was hiding, around twenty feet away, in a little copse of bushes by the low
wooden gate that allowed entry into my Uncle's garden and its path to the
front door. I was caught in a quandary, I was so worried for my feeble weak,
gentle Uncle and yet, I was so extremely turned on by what I was seeing.
Transfixed and hoping to see so much more, I found I wasn't really concerned
for my Uncle's welfare. I was sweating a little, my heart beating like a drum
and had given up trying to control my erection. The thought of two females
humiliating a man with degradation and physical torture was driving me
sexually crazy. I was not going to be disappointed.

I watched as Trudy, the young prick-teasing 'bad' girl from my school, was
giving me such a clear view of her black knickers as she squatted down to
humiliate my pained Uncle, her legs wide open in such a common unladylike
style I found her irresistible. My Uncle was still trapped in the strong
fishnet covered thighs of Trudy's Mother. I heard him crying and moaning as
Trudy laughed and held his nose with her nasty cigarette-smelling fingers,
pinching it hard. She was calling him names and laughing loudly, slapping and
punching at his face with her free hand as she laughed at his predicament. My
Uncle was forced to accept the punishment as the thighs of the standing lady
were holding him too tightly to escape. I had such a perfect view and I was in
a state of sexual euphoria I really didn't know where to look first and what
to do, and, as a young man, I am not embarrassed to say, I regularly caught
myself stroking my erection and made no attempt to stop.

Trudy's Mother, a really attractive older lady, was so arrogant as she stood
totally upright with my kneeling Uncle James trapped in her legs. He was
holding onto her legs, as if worshipping their strength, holding on in support
rather than topple down completely. Meanwhile, her cigarette, with a long line
of ash barely clinging to it, was still being smoked but she never took it
from her big red lips once, it was such a dirty sexy sight, all that sensual
smoke billowing from that mouth which refused to let go of the cigarette.

I was in the know concerning why the event was happening, and of course it was
the spoiled bitch Trudy that had orchestrated the whole shebang. Though she
was a right little dictator there were few males, myself included, who
wouldn't do anything she ordered. Later on I found that the two females had
knocked on the door and, as James had answered it, the older shouted at him
and accused him of being an old pervert and they were going to sort him out.
She had kneed him in his balls making him lean forward. Trudy screamed and
then grabbed at his hair and roughly scrambled him around so that he was now
behind Mina, then so casually opened her legs and Trudy thrust my poor Uncle
forward into the waiting prison that was a pair of fishnet clad strong thighs.
He was trapped and looked so embarrassed in that position as two hot ladies
were about to abuse him.

'Please, pl-please, why are you do-doing this to me?' James was a desperate
man, his head trapped between Mina's legs, his face in an upward position so
he was looking directly at Trudy's evil laughing face, he wasn't aware why
this was happening and was suffering mentally and most certainly physically
from Mina and was continually receiving doses of the utmost humiliation from
Trudy.

'Shut the fuck up, you stinkin' pervert!' yelled the woman holding him between
her thighs. Trudy was busy blowing a lot of cigarette smoke in James' face,
which he really hated, being of an asthmatic disposition. The cruel girl knew
this as James had stated this in an earlier plea; she even flicked the ash at
his face and later would do worse to him.

He was on all fours -- well, threes really, as one hand was clasped to one of
the muscular strong legs of Mina as she squeezed him in her thighs.
Consequently, after a little while of standing up, maybe fifteen minutes, she
tired of standing and sat down on his back releasing her full weight upon him,
she heard him gasp as he exhaled much air due to her arse landing heavily on
him.

'Aww, did my little bottom make you wheeze, you piece of shit?!' She had
pulled her tight black skirt far up her thighs to permit ease of manoeuvre,
and, of course, his head was still between her lovely fish-net encased legs,
but, it was now forced to face upwards as her seated position dictated this to
take effect.

'Well maybe next time it'll make you think before you try to get it on with a
young girl, you filthy shit!' Trudy now stood up, and was laughing loudly at
his predicament. She then casually flicked some of her cigarette ash into his
open mouth, a mouth that was struggling to find air to replace that which he
had gasped out a little earlier. Trudy watched as he choked, coughed and
swallowed the ash and this made her laugh even louder as she lowered her face
to his and spat in his eye. Her Mother, sitting comfortably on James' back
joined in the laughter as she bounced a little on him.

The backstory of this evil scenario, it was quite a simple tale, involved
James being very polite to Trudy a week or so earlier as he took his favoured
landscape photographs. She had half joked that he should take some naughty
photos of her and send them to a modelling agency insisting she was the next
super-model.

James had smiled and said that he didn't really take portrait shots, though
she was a pretty girl, and maybe she should follow her dream with a portrait
photographer.

Trudy was not used to being turned down, at this rebuttal she was irate,
indeed her control of men had begun at an incredibly early age and she
insisted on being spoiled as much as she demanded. The tale was therefore
heavily distorted in the bitch-girl's favour and then relayed to Mina, and it
made for uneasy listening to a very tough, Daughter-protective parent.
Therefore, there would most definitely be repercussions.

So here we were, early evening outside the front door of James' lovely
detached house, with Mina sitting on the back of a man on his hands and knees
and with his crushed face stuck helplessly between her fish-net clad thighs
looking skyward and sobbing as he realised the futility of his trying to
escape. The woman's daughter, schoolgirl Trudy, had just finished her
cigarette and was busy holding James' nose in her cruel fingers, just waiting
for him to open his mouth to breathe. It wasn't long before he did and Trudy
dropped the still smouldering cigarette end into his mouth and quickly clamped
her tobacco-smelling fingers around his chin and mouth to prevent his spitting
out the cigarette.

Trudy laughed as James' face went bright red and started to sweat as he was
obviously struggling with the heat, the newly formed blistering and the
disgusting taste of the cigarette he was being forced to eat. She looked over
at her Mother who was also laughing loudly, her own cigarette bouncing up and
down in those big red lips that never released it once. The ash dropped onto
the panicked face of the dominated man, and the ladies laughed even more so at
this sight. James was clearly fighting for survival now and that was when Mina
opened her strong legs wide, lowered her arms to James' head and grabbed hold
of his ears and pulled them viciously upwards, very harshly indeed, causing
the beaten man to scream out in pain, he swallowed the cigarette at this stage
and Trudy was almost hysterical as she witnessed this, 'He's eaten my fag Mum,
ha ha ha, he's really swallowed it!'

Trudy loved her dominance over the trapped victim and wallowed in her
superiority over the non-confrontational male. Her Mother smiled cruelly
seeing her little girl so pleased and triumphant, as she herself sat so
comfortably on James' back with a vice-like grip on his ears. James was
crying.

Trudy finally stopped her raucous laughing and once again moved closer to her
Mother's prisoner. She delighted in the fact that he was weeping with real
tears in his eyes. She looked at her mother, who she was in awe of, at her
strength and domination of the weak male. She then slapped James' face leaving
a red mark; she then slapped the other side of his face and left a similar red
mark. The stinging slap caused an echoing sound and the youngster in the
bushes was playing with himself harder than ever right now.

The two females giggled and the older one spoke. 'So, you little pervert, you
wanted to take some sexy photos of my little girl eh? Wanted to see her in her
underwear did you? Well, you'll see plenty of it today you piece of shit!'

At this exclamation James wept louder. Trudy placed another cigarette into her
large mouth and lit it right in front of the trapped man her Mother was
sitting on. She blew copious amounts of smoke into his face and then she
noticed her Mother had released his sore ears and was lighting up a ciggy of
her own.

Trudy punched the forehead of the weeping man and laughed as she did, it was a
jolt but a seventeen year old girl, even though very well developed, was,
fortunately for James, not at full strength and though it surprised and hurt
the man it didn't cause any great lasting pain. Trudy's Mother knew this and
so added her worth, she bashed down on James' head with her left hand and it
was hard, hard enough for the head to shoot down quite low. As it did, Trudy
lifted her foot to meet his face and when it connected the contact caused
blood to spurt from the bashed nose of their prisoner, both females laughed at
this and congratulated each other with an American style 'high-five'.

Cigarette still firmly and sexily placed between those big pouty red lips,
Mina then slid her hands under James' chin and lifted it high again where
blood mingled with rivers of tears and was clearly seen on his saddened face.
She was sitting on him still, though was now aware she could feel his legs and
arms were wobbling a little and knew she would be taking him to the ground
quite soon. However, there was a little enjoyable task to action before then.

'Trudy, you know what to do now; we talked of this darling'. There was a
twinkle in Mina's eye and indeed in Trudy's also, as slowly, the lovely young
cigarette- smoking schoolgirl turned round facing away from the bloodied and
weeping face of the tortured man. Very slowly, she lowered herself from the
waist which made her arse stick out more and more nearing the face of poor
James with each inch she descended. When she had reached the optimum level,
she lifted her pleated skirt high up over her backside and showed her skimpy
black knickers in full to the distraught captive.

There was much movement in the bushes at this particular action, Trudy turned
her head as much as she could to see the effect her sexy bottom had on the man
and she giggled when she saw his shocked face, sweating profusely, red and
shaking. Her Mother held his head firm and he had no choice but to keep
staring at the young girl's arse. 'Kiss it, you fuckin' bastard!' yelled the
schoolgirl, 'Kiss my beautiful ass, NOW!' Mina laughed at her Daughter's
dominance, James let out an audible gasp of disbelief, and Trudy repeated her
order and added some: 'Kiss my arse ten times, now, slave!'

James nose was against the black knickers and had little option but to obey,
'Wh- why, why ar-are you doin-g this to me? Please st-stop!' However, Trudy
just pushed her arse further onto the man's face, making his nose flatten
against the thin silky material, and barked at him again: 'Fucking kiss my
ass; you know you want to. Now kiss it ten times!!' There was a slight
struggle from James but he knew in his confused head that he was going to have
to concur to the demand, so ten times he loudly kissed Trudy's black knickers
and wept as he did, Mina laughed loudly, but Trudy, the tormenting female,
just remarked, 'That's a good dog, now you kiss it every time I tell you,
right?!'

James simply said 'Y-yes' and collapsed onto the ground. He was immediately
flattened as Mina followed a mere second later, landing heavily on the top
part of his back. She imagined she may have heard a bone crack, which made her
laugh. There was a loud scream from James and Mina bounced again, inflicting
terrible pain on the beaten victim. Trudy casually then placed her right foot,
encased in a brown plain school-type shoe, onto his head and pressed firmly
down. James' face now being pressed harshly into the ground, fortunately, this
part was soft earth and his face was slowly disappearing into it, making him
cough and choke frantically.

Trudy was very excited as she continued to hurt and humiliate the older man
under her control, and more painfully, under her foot. Mina was more than
content to remain sitting on her prisoner and watch her Daughter firmly press
her foot down on James' head into the mud and dirt. 'C'mon you useless old
shit, fight back, ha ha, I'll grind you into the ground first though, ha ha!'
The two females carried on smoking their cigs no matter what punishment they
meted out to their helpless slave, often flicking the ash onto his body, they
were so cavalier and incredibly cruel.

At this point the young schoolgirl removed her foot from James' head and
watched as he pulled his face from the earth and gasped, spluttered and
coughed his way back to life, though the ladies laughed at this reaction they
both went into action almost immediately giving their captive no time to
recover completely. Trudy kicked at the male's head and instantly caused a
slight bruising; she repeated this three or four times and giggled with each
kick. James' head wobbled and blood spurted from his mouth followed by a tooth
and then another, as the kicks made harsh contact. Mina bounced heavily on the
prisoner's back, which made his situation incredibly uncomfortable. He was
still groaning and weeping as the terror forged forward.

Mina now stood up and was smoothing out her black skirt before stepping onto
James' back with both feet, literally standing on top of him. Trudy laughed
and responded by sitting down on the back of his battered head, his face
covered over by the short pleated skirt she was sexily wearing. Her knees were
down on the ground and her whole weight was obviously on the man's head. She
so matter-of- factly chatted to her Mother about what to do next and Mina soon
had the answer.

The older lady jumped off the back of James, and told her Daughter to get off
of his head. Then roughly, and surprisingly powerfully for an average sized
woman, she completely turned the man over so he was now lying on his back
looking skyward. She then grabbed at his shirt collar and hoisted him up to
his knees; she smacked him around the face, then again and punched him on his
left cheek as she held him. Trudy screamed with relish at her Mother's
brutality and joined in as she karate chopped James' neck from behind. His
head fell forward and Mina lifted her fishnet-clad knee to meet his descending
chin.

His head instantly shot up and he fell backward. He fell to the ground and
this time Trudy grabbed his collar. With more strain and effort she lifted the
weak and feeble beaten man up and once again he was on his knees. She grabbed
at him and secured a nasty headlock. There was a lot of choking and smiles
from the evil schoolgirl as she shook him back and forth in view of her Mother
and the hiding masturbating young man in the bushes. Mina delivered several
cruel heavy kicks to James' back and, after much strangling, a lot of verbal
humiliation and barbarous jibes, Trudy let James fall to the ground where Mina
quickly school-girl pinned him.

The capitulated male body had so little strength to offer resistance in its
protection, and so she easily made herself comfortable sitting high up on his
chest, almost his throat, with her tight black skirt pulled high up her thighs
exposing the fish-net stocking tops. This, for the first time, allowed a
wondrous viewing of her shiny pink knickers that were now pushed up against
the chin of the tortured man. 'Kiss my knickers now, you little pile of piss!'
The two females laughed at Mina's outburst and that prompted Mina to add more
verbiage, 'Ha ha, kiss MY knickers now you bastard, or I'll piss on you!'

More laughter from the ladies, more crying from James as he kissed the
knickers that pressed themselves onto his lower face. After finally allowing
James to cease kissing her knickers, Mina moved backward onto his stomach and
then invited Trudy to squat down and punch his face, which she delighted in
doing, raining hard cracks to his nose, cheeks and eyes for several minutes,
stopping only when she was out of breath and her Mother was laughing
hysterically at her Daughters actions.

James was in fact out cold now and the two women had decided to call it a day.
Mina raised herself off of the stomach of the damaged man and Trudy stood up
above the unconscious man's head. She dropped her cigarette onto the forehead
of James and crushed it out with her foot in a very aggressive manner. Mina
then did the same with her ciggy, however, she chose to stamp it out on his
chest. Both women laughed as they looked lovingly at each other and removed
themselves from James' supine body.

'We know you're in there, you little wanker; hope you enjoyed the show, ha ha
ha!' Trudy bellowed as the two women walked up to the gate for exit from Uncle
James' garden path. The young man in the bushes was terrified and moved not
one muscle, however, he had nothing to fear as the two evil ladies were keen
to move off from the scene which they would have done had a voice stopped them
in their tracks ...

'Hello you bitches, are you thinking of going somewhere?' The justice avenging
assassin had arrived and the women were now facing a different type of
combatant.