Evil Stepmom by Cindy

[mrsalpaca]

This story was posted on May 30, 2017 on "Teen Girl Pantsing / Stripping Pranks & Games" or the board that closed down before this current one.

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PART 1

I never knew my father. Mom said he left her before I was born. Mom met John when I was 8 years old and they got married soon after. Life was good until mom was diagnosed with cancer. It had progressed too far by the time they found it and mom died when I was 10. John had adopted me when mom married him and so that left him as my guardian. We got alone ok until John met and married Matilda. I was 12 going on 13 and life would change radically for me.

Matilda brought two boys with her from a previous relationship. Danny who was a year older than me and Mitch who was three years younger. Danny and Mitch tormented me from the beginning. To make things worse, Matilda always took their side, no matter how obvious it was that they were wrong. I often got punished just because the boys wanted to watch me get in trouble. John always took up a neutral attitude and just let Matilda run the house.

Shortly after John and Matilda got married, she started holding me home from school. She reported me being sick a lot, but instead I had to do chores around the house. As time went on I attended school less and less and eventually not at all. None of my teachers at this time seemed to notice or care. I soon started not caring myself because Matilda never bought clothes for me. I had to make do with what I had, which meant I had fewer and fewer clothes that fit or were suitable for school.

As I turned 13 I hit a growth spurt and quickly out grew almost everything. I was mostly left with some skirts that I could alter to make them fit. I also had a few t-shirts that I could wear, but they were tight fitting and getting thread bare. My old short skirts were now mini skirts and my longer skirts were now short skirts. The longest one being barely mid thigh. I had long since our grown my panties and bras and had none to wear. At this time my tits were growing as well. With my tight t-shirts it was as if I had nothing on or only painted on. They were so snug you could easily see the form of my tits and nipples, and as they were getting thin, you could almost see everything. I was also starting to grow a light blonde bush.

One day Danny and Mitch had come home from school and were tormenting me again. They were making me clean up their mess in the kitchen. Danny had just “accidentally” pushed a glass of milk onto the floor and was making me clean it up. I had chosen to wear one of my shorter skirts which turned out to be a mistake. As I was bent over cleaning things up, Mitch had come up behind me to supervise my work. He was yelling at me and directing my actions when he suddenly stopped talking. I heard a quiet gasp and then he bent over more. Just as I realized what was happening, he yelled out “She ain’t got any panties on!” I straightened up to hide myself as Danny came racing over to see. Holding my skirt down, I backed away as a smiling Danny walked up to me and tried to lift my skirt. I tried to hold it down. Danny told me to stop holding it down or he’ll yell for his mom and tell her I had spilled and wasted milk. I knew this would get me into trouble and would likely mean the boys would dictate my punishment, probably make it worse than letting them peek at my pussy. With tears slipping down my face I relented and let Danny lift my skirt. Mitch was right there too, and both gapped at my pussy.

Danny the told me to get back down and finish cleaning up the milk. He and Mitch watched from behind me and ordered me to bend over so that my butt was up and my pussy was on full display. They smiled and giggled as the eyed my pussy from behind. I could do nothing as I fought back the tears. They then ordered me to do different tasks which would expose me and let them get a good look at my pussy. Eventually they had decided they had seen enough for now and let me go. But this didn't end my troubles, in fact things would get worse.


PART 2

Danny and Mitch had figured out that I had no panties to wear, I also had no pants or shorts which meant my pussy was always bare and potentially exposed. I had hidden this from them for several months until the unfortunate spilled milk incident. After that it was no longer a secret from them. They never told their mom, I guess they figured that would have been over the line and they might get in trouble if she knew they were getting peeks at my pussy. I didn't however stop them from seeking opportunities to lift my skirt or get me into positions to peek at my pussy. They also took notice now of how tight and thread bare my t-shirts were.

At first they didn't touch me but only peeked and watched me. It was bad enough having to do all the chores as they lounged about, often making more of a mess just to get me. Now they would do it so that they could see up my skirt. At times it was even with Matilda and/or John around, they would just make sure they didn't do it so John or Matilda would take notice.

I had started to accept the shame of them peeking at me. One day as Mitch was grabbing my skirt to lift it his hand brushed against my pussy. I jumped back a little but he held onto my skirt, which meant it pulled off. There I was naked from the waist down and not much better on the top side. Mitch just held my skirt and looked at me, I wanted to run but knew that would only make it worse. Danny asked what had happened and Mitch said he’d touched my pussy. Mitch dropped my skirt and getting an evil grin on his face reached out and touched me again. I begged him not to, but he ignored my pleas. Danny came over and also had an evil grin as he reached out to touch me. I tried backing away, but only succeeded in backing up against the wall. The boys then continued to finger my pussy, spreading my lips open to see inside. I was in tears as the touched every part.

Danny then ordered me to take off my t-shirt. Again I tearfully begged that they don't do this to me, but he said that my t-shirt was so thin and tight it didn’t matter and I should just take it off any way. I tied to plead with them some more and covered my chest with my arms. Danny warned me that if I didn't obey, they would rip it off. I finally relented and took it off. I had to endure them ogling my chest and then the two of them groping it. My nipples were sore as the finally let me go.

That evening as I was serving dinner, Matilda asked me why I wore such ugly and worn t-shirts all the time. I told her they were all I had left. “Well, they are so small and threadbare that you just as well not be wearing anything.” I just looked down at my feet, I didn't dare say what I wanted to say. “In fact,” she said, “just take it off and throw it away. You aren't hiding anything with it.” I could only gasp and stare at her. With my hesitation she turned to Mitch who was seated right next to me and told him to take it off. Mitch smiled as he grabbed my shirt. There wasn't much to keep it from falling away as he pulled at it. I was now standing bare naked from the waist up in front of everyone. John said nothing as the boys smiled and Matilda continued. “From now on you don't need to wear anything on top. You have been parading around virtually naked for some time and were not hiding anything so it doesn't matter.” I could only fight back my tears, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry. From then on, my tits would always be on full display for the boys.


I had to endure more groupings and torments from the boys. However they soon tired of groping and staring as time went on so it happened less frequently. But they continued to use it as a way of tormenting me.

A few weeks later, I was doing my chores and the boys were watching and getting me to flash my pussy at them. This time though they had a couple of their friends over letting them see me. I wanted to run and hide but couldn't. The boys made me wear my shortest skirt. Since the boys had caught me the first time I squally stuck to wearing my longer skirts but this time Danny had ordered me to go and change into the shortest skirt I had. He had sent me back a couple of times as I tried to get away with a longer one, but finally had followed me to my room where he had me show him all of my skirts and then he selected the shortest one and had me put it on as he watched. I then had to go back down to show it to the other boys.

It was one I had had since I was 8 and was then a knee length skirt. Now it barely covered my pussy standing up straight. The boys smiled as they ordered me to do different tasks and chores. I was up on the counter reaching to get something for Danny on the top shelf when Matilda walked in. I dropped in horror, afraid of what she would do at finding me dressed this way. The boys also gasped, afraid they would be getting into trouble. Matilda, barely giving me a glance told me to go ahead and get the item I was reaching for. I got it and climbed down.

Matilda looked at me, “Hmm, it appears your rags are getting much too small for you. Take them off.” I finally got some courage, or perhaps I had finally had enough. “They are getting small because you refuse to buy any more clothing for me.” Matilda got an angry look on her face for a moment but then relaxed. “I don’t buy clothes for the ‘help’ and you don't rate anything. In fact servants and slaves in ages past often went naked while doing their duties. I don't see why you should be any better. Your rags are much to small to spare your dignity, even if you had any, so you can just dispense with any pretense of it and get rid of them.” “I am not a slave!” I countered. “Oh, yes you are, you are not my family, you are not kin to John so you must be a servant, but since you are not paid, that makes you the slave, and slaves don't need clothes. Besides, you’ve been showing off your wares for several weeks now. Yes, I’ve seen you flashing my boys and t asking them.” I gasped and weakly replied, “They were forcing me and taking advantage of me.” “Oh, how dare you accuse my little angels.” And with that she ripped off my skirt and the last odor my dignity. The boys were directed to go to my room and collect up any remaining clothes I had and it all went into the trash.

I now was aware of my station in life, that of a naked slave. And this was the twentieth century.


PART 3

I now lived fully nude. Luckily for me we lived in a nice climate so it was reasonable just about all year. When it got exceptionally cool I was allowed to wrap up in an old ratty sheet. However I found that I could reasonably well acclimate to varying temperatures and did quite well in the warmer months as my body’s natural cooling mechanisms worked better without the encumbrances of clothing. I was however still tormented me whenever they could.

For the most part my room was still my private space as the boys and Matilda rarely entered it. It was in a corner of the attic and mostly forgotten in the big house that used to be my mother’s and mine. I had few possessions as most anything of worth had long since been taken by Matilda and either kept as hers or sold off. Much of the rest had been trashed by the boys.

I was fortunate in that while I had to be naked no one ever seemed to visit other that a couple of rare friends of Danny’s or Mitch’s that were brought on to spy on the “naked slave girl”. It was just over a year after I was stripped of my last clothing when John and Matilda had a party at the house. John was politicking for a promotion at work and Matilda thought such a party might help. His boss and a few other managers and a few peers had been invited over. At first I thought they would hide me away, but that wouldn’t be the case. I was almost 15 and looked a bit older. Matilda decided that I would serve everyone. I tried to suggest that the guests might think something wrong and call the police upon seeing a naked 14 year old girl working as a slave. Matilda had an answer already. I would purport to being 18 and a nudist who insisted on being naked all the time. Matilda and John would pass me off as a hired maid. I was strongly warned that if I didn't pull this off right I would suffer severely afterwards. John had even warned everyone before about me and explained that I also had periods of wild imaginations and could make up some crazy stories, but that was the price of dependable house help.

The night of the party came and I was forced to greet all the guests at the door. The men gave me long looks as the wives and girlfriends gave me evil stares. By this time I was still somewhat thin as my diet was never quite enough and the work long and hard. I had a trim and fit body and decent sized tits, which were well formed with no sag.

Once the guests had arrived I had to serve cocktails. While doing this a couple of the men had placed their hand on my shoulder or back, auspiciously as innocent normal contact. I almost said something but Matilda who had been watching me like a hawk stared me down and mouthed to not react. I had to swallow what little dignity I still had and ignore this. With each drink these men got bolder and their hands started to slip some. A few others also noticed and began to add their innocent contact gestures too. By the time we moved to the dinner table many of the touches were getting bold and close to my tits, butt and pussy. The wives and girlfriends only looked at me all the harder. Their stares became increasingly more icy.

I was just collecting up the salad plates before the main course when one man actually slipped a finger through the lips of my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from jerking back or slapping him as Matilda continued to watch me. By the end of the main course I was being groped and fondled by most of the men there. The only reason some still acted in the sly was to try and hide it from their wives. However not much really got past them. I had just served the last dessert when one of the single guys fully grabbed my pussy with one hand and my tit with the other, making no attempt to hide it. He commented that he didn't know that nudist girls were so loose and free with their bodies. Matilda quipped quickly that for some reason I was and always paraded around and flaunted myself and that she was grateful for her good husband that had learned to ignore it, but that she understood how some who may not be used to it might be a little mesmerized by it. She the glared at me as she asked, “You do like being touched by men don't you Cindy?” I could only nod quietly. And look away as the wives and girlfriends glared at me.

After that it was all but a free for all by the men. Some did hold back as their wives made it clear they did not approve. It was when the men went into the sitting room to discuss business and the women were left in the parlor that things got rough for me. I had just come in to ask Matilda if there was anything else she desired before I finished up in the kitchen. At first I didn't notice the smirks on the women's faces, but I did notice Matilda’s evil smirk.

“Cindy, I was just telling the women here about how you seem to enjoy getting spanked and such. How about you show them by letting them each give you a spank.” I slowly looked about the room as each woman stared intently at me, most with some wicked smirks. “Yes, mum.” I timidly replied. I knew I was in for it, these women who thought I was purposely flaunting myself in front of their men would likely relish a chance to get back at me.

I was told to walk by each woman, bending over for a spank. Matilda went first to show the others how it was done and how I liked it. Her hand left a nice red imprint on my butt. The next woman was no less kind. The third actually hit a bit low catching my lips of my pussy. Matilda quickly gave her approval for this and most others also aimed more for my pussy. By the end my butt and pussy were very red and my pussy somewhat wet. One of the women noticed this and suggested that since I seemed to have enjoyed it so much I got around again. The men had heard the noise of the slaps and had come to see what was happening. Matilda sent me for another round and this time let the men each take a turn. I was completely humiliated as the men let their fingers linger and slip inside my pussy. This occurred at the obvious approval of their women. I had to fight back tears and keep a straight face the whole time so as to not ruin it for John.

Even though I was totally humiliated and degraded I had still gotten so very wet and actually longing for an orgasm. I was practically dripping when the last person had spanked me. One woman noticing this suggested I masturbated in front of them to finish it off. I wanted to refused as I knew it would be even more degrading to do so, but I also wanted relief. Matilda looked at me and before she could say anything and to my complete surprise I said I would. Matilda smiled, I guess this played into her narrative about me. I began to finger myself with everyone staring. I played with my nipples and my wet clit. Had I looked I would have noticed most of the men blindly holding themselves and even playing a little. Most of the women were also touching themselves. I worked myself to a full orgasm with a loud scream. Once finished I weakly walked to the kitchen leaving everyone quiet and contemplative. I finished the dishes and went to bed. Matilda was pleased at my performance.

John did get the promotion.


END OF STORY