A Father's Replacement Chapter 7

A Father's Replacement Chapter 7
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Cast:

Son:          Jon - 11 years old
Mother:    Shelly - 30 years old
Father:     Thomas - 44 years old
Children: Mary - 14 years old
                 Sarah - 6 years old

Donna Stopford - 40
Bradley - 16
Jamie - 13

Housekeeper: Terri - 55
KH G-Daughter: Tawny - 9

Chapter 7

Jon lay shivering curled up in a tight ball little bone trembling shudders coming every few seconds. He had lain there for some ½ an hour after Brad and his Mom had left after their assault upon him.

His bottom still felt as if it bled, however after he raised himself and delicately probed the swollen anus he found that all there was present was a dry crust.

"Finally I wondered how long it would take you to get up. Now come over here I need to examine you." A deep feminine voice called out.

Jon started in surprise believing himself to be alone. Turning he saw the fat housekeeper who had woken him earlier watching from the side. "No I won't do it. I have had enough I'm going home" Jon stormed off uncaring about his nakedness planning to walk all the way home if needed.

Terri pounced with a speed belying her bulk and grabbed Jon by a shoulder spinning him around. Her free hand clamped around his testicles and penis in a meaty claw and roughly turned and squeezed hard.

Jon doubled up in pain immediately as a sickening pain shot through him, the pain, almost beyond belief doubled, when Terri lifted her hand pulling Jon onto his tip toes by his groin.

"Now Jon" she began loosening her grip only slightly before the boy fainted, "I have nothing personal against you. In fact I feel you have been dealt a raw deal. Yet business is business, Mrs Stopford has promised me a nice little pay rise to look after you. Mrs Stopford wants me to wash you, bathe you, clean you, feed you, and if necessary punish you. "Do you have a problem with any of that?" Terri twisted her hand an inch further clockwise.

"Nuuurrrghhhhhh........ No" Jon managed to finally squeak out through the taste of bile in his mouth.

"Didn't think so. Well first things first let's show you where you'll be sleeping from now on".

"You mean I'm not sleeping with Brad and Jamie?"

"No you'll be staying somewhere a little more basic from now on" Terri replied. The pair walked around to the back of the house and the housekeeper stopped outside what looked like an old shed.

Terri unhooked the padlock and opening the door ushered Jon in. The room was barely 10ft by 10ft. The walls were bare wood and windowless, the floor solid brown stone tiles again completely empty.

In fact the room was completely devoid of everything save a dusty grey blanket heaped in one corner and a circular hole about a foot round in the middle of the floor, currently blocked with a large round stone plug.

"This will be your room" Terri answered. "But there's nothing here. No bed, chair, or anything!" Jon protested.

"You can sleep on the floor, and there is a blanket to keep you warm".

"What about going to toilet?" Jon protested looking around the room and noticing the heavy padlock on the door.

"Fortunately dear that's all taken care of, this place used to be the old outhouse before the house was fully plumbed." Terri explained as she walked over to where the round stone plug lay. With a grunt of effort she pulled the plug displaying a small dark hole.

Both of them pulled back at the terrible stench that arose from the dank hole, Jon dry heaving slightly from its effect.

"This is the old toilet, hasn't been used in years, but it will do for you. Well it doesn't matter if it will do; it's what you will be using in any case." Terri managed to get out between a few dry heaves of her own.

"Probably best if I leave this off, It will be a bit heavy for you to pick up Jon" Donna continued and pulled the heavy stone plug outside of the small shed, gratefully gasping for air as she made her way out.

"What about tissue" Jon asked wiping her eyes dry as she too reached the outside.

"Do you know how much tissue costs child? No you'll be given a small sponge that should do, if you're careful. Mrs Stopford has made it quite clear that you will not to be pampered in anyway. When I come to let you out in the mornings then I'll help clean you up if needed, other than that..." she shrugged dismissively.

"There is one last thing I need to do before putting you away for the night" Terri said taking a small toiletries bag from a large pocket.

"Come here" she pointed to the spot before her feet.

Shuffling forwards hands covering himself Jon stood in front of the large woman.

Terri slapped the boys' hands clear and closely examined the boys' penis and balls. "Hmmm small and hairless still a little boy then" she critiqued, "Then again you are still quite young I suppose, plenty of time for your bits to grow."

"Now child I hear that you were helping Bradley out earlier. So I imagine that you are a bit sore?" she did not wait for a reply as she opened the bag.

"Well I'm going to patch you up a bit, so there is no need to worry about any nasty infections or such like."

Hooking Jon around the stomach she spun him around and over her knee. Face in the dirt and bottom in the air Jon 'ooophed' as the air drove out of him.

Terri pushed the boys' cheeks apart and grimaced at the sight before her. The boys anus was red and grimed with dry shit and cum, a small tear was also apparent obviously caused by Bradley's desperate fucking.

I can't apply the antiseptic cream on that she thought, the whole area needs cleaning out first.

Looking around she saw a garden hosepipe attached to a standpipe some 30 yards away. With a grunt she lifted the protesting boy under her arm and walked over to it.

The hose was an old, worn green rubber hose used for watering the grass; however Terri noted that it would serve in a pinch.

Still hefting Jon in one meaty arm she bent low and turned the tap on and took hold of the end of the hose as it began to straighten and move as the water pumped through it.

Aiming the tattered end towards Jon's filth encrusted bottom Terri directed the spray of icy cold water towards the target hole.

Jon squealed as the first drops of icy water hit his bottom. Desperately squirming Jon kept his bottom away from the painfully intruding hose.

With a hiss of annoyance Terri simply let Jon fall to the ground with a thump. With a move she placed one large foot upon the boys back and with her weight kept him pinioned to the ground. Turning the tap off she waited until the hose had drained and then took a grip about a metre down its length.

With a vicious shoulder wrenching blow she ripped the makeshift whip hard into the boy. The first blow hit a few inches above his knee. Jon yelped and struggled against Terri, but the large fat woman was simply too heavy to move. Blow after blow crept up the boys' length. A thick red weal soon covered the boy from knee to shoulders, with only a few inches off white skin marring the perfection of the whipping.

Jon had ceased struggling after only a few blows the pain of the rubber hose more than he had ever endured before. He barely noticed when the whipping had finished, the pain across his body already having overwhelmed his senses.

He only weakly protested as he felt Terri kick his legs apart, and place the tip of the hole against his now once more bleeding anus.

With a shriek Jon pushed in pain against the unyielding earth as Terri methodically washed his anus and butt crack with the icy stream of water, humming to herself as the various detritus washed off leaving only the pink and red flesh of Jon left.

Jon had lost the capacity to scream during the whipping but found it once more as he felt the tip of the hose push against his anus. The anal muscle still partially dilated from its earlier brutal buggering could not resist long, and a few moments later a few inches wiggled deep into Jon's rectum quickly filling the boys' rectum with water.

Leaving the hose still inserted Terri turned off the water and carefully lifted the boy up and pointing the boy away from her, she yanked the hose clear in one bowel curdling pull.

Jon cringed and groaned as a stream of water erupted from his bowels, a burning sensation indicating even to him that he had been hurt by Bradley earlier. Finally Jon was drained but before he could celebrate he found himself lifted bodily up and bent over.

Jon felt Terri gently probe his sore bottom and tensed awaiting what further torture this woman would make him endure. He was relieved when he instead only felt the fat woman's finger as it began to coat his bleeding bottom hole with a soothing lotion.

Were it not for the fact that she was a complete stranger, he was stark naked and had been raped earlier, the sensation might even have been called nice.

Jon barely protested as the woman carried him over like a baby when she finished ministering to his wounds to his 'room' and almost kindly lay the boy on the blanket.

With a ruffle to his hair Terri left and locked the door behind her with a definite click.

Jon lay still for a moment as his eyes began to become accustomed to the gloom of his cell, shifting he tried to probe his bottom but the flash of pain this caused soon stopped him. With a sniff Jon curled into a ball covering himself with the mouldy blanket and considered what tomorrow held for him.