A mother and two daughters seek a haven away from an abusive husband.
CHAPTER 1: A HAVEN NEEDED
"Mom?" Katie Andrews heard the plaintive voice from the other side of her closed and locked bedroom door. "Are you okay?"
She reluctantly got up from the bed where she had been crying and opened the door. Her two fraternal twin daughters, Susie and Toni, stood in the hallway. "We heard a lot of banging and him slamming the front door as he left. Then, we heard you crying," Susie, the oldest by a few minutes, explained.
"We have to do something, Mom," Toni said.
"Did he do something with you two?" Katie asked, not wanting to hear the answer, if it was the wrong answer.
They looked at each other and nodded in unison. "He's touching us more than ever. He said that our turning 18 last week gave him the right."
"Did he …?" Katie hesitantly asked.
They shook their heads. They shared a room, so what happened would likely happen to both. "It isn't the sex, Mom. It's what he does and the way he wants it. You know we've had sex, right? With boys, I mean. We talked about that, and you put us on the pill. It's not that, it's … he ..."
"Yeah, he's rough and crude and … he's our dad. I mean, isn't that supposed to mean he protects us and not abuses us?"
"If we don't do what he says right away …"
"He hits you?" Katie asked.
"Yeah, but not like he does you, mom."
"Not yet, anyway."
She stared at her girls. They just turned 18 years old, and they are facing this now? He, her husband, and their father ... they didn't even refer to him by name anymore. It was just 'him'. For years, she'd gone through long periods of physical abuse, bruises, split lips, and black eyes. But he had left the girls alone. The psychological abuse was always there. Now they were 18 years old and women. Now he was turning to them, too.
They were right. They'd talked and talked. They had to do something. Talking was easy, but doing something was hard. Years of abuse had done that to her. She tried as she could to protect the girls, to give in to him so he would leave the girls alone. Even that was failing now, it seemed. If her will to fight wasn't broken yet, it soon might be. They absolutely had to do something and do it soon.
"If we leave him, we have to really leave him. If we leave and stay in the area, he'll find us. Are you ready to leave and go far away? Start over somewhere? Maybe find a safe place that will accept us and protect us?"
"Mom," Susie said despondently, "he won't let us even be on the teams anymore. Our friends are … besides, there are just weeks left of school and everyone will be off somewhere."
"You're right, Mom, we have to leave. Someplace away and hopefully safe from him," Toni added.
"I'll start searching," Katie promised. Maybe, just maybe, their combined strength and trust in each other could make them strong enough to follow through.
* * * *
When the girls arrived home after school (the last week of classes for the seniors), they were late mostly because they waited for him to leave for the bar, his routine after work. Katie rushed them into the bedroom. The guy was paranoid about visitors, and she feared he had a hidden camera around, but likely just covering the front door only.
"What is it, Mom?" the girls asked.
She handed them the sheet of paper she had printed from an advertisement she found online.
"Haven?" Susie asked. Katie told her to read it. "If you are desperate for a safe escape where you can be cared for and protected, contact Haven. Maybe we can help."
"That's it?" Toni exclaimed. "That doesn't really say much."
"I know," Katie conceded. "I was searching for safe houses, battered or abused women's facilities in neighboring states, and this popped up on the screen."
"You weren't searching on your computer, were you?" Toni asked, concerned.
Katie laughed, "No, no … he checks my browser history frequently. And, my emails. No, I went to the library, created a new throw-away email account on Yahoo, and searched on their computers. I printed this on their printer." She watched them. "Okay, it isn't much, but I'm going to contact them. They give an email address. It sounds promising, though, right? Haven. That's what we need right now: a haven."
They talked for another 30 minutes before Katie realized she had better get supper ready before he returned. No sense in asking for more trouble.
She contacted Haven by email and detailed that it concerned her and her two daughters. She explained the sexual, physical, and emotional abuse she had endured for years and that it was now starting with her 18-year-old daughters. Then, she hoped for a response.
The next day, she was surprised by the quick response from Haven. She read it carefully and printed it. They were asking for details. They said Haven was intentionally a close-knit community separated from the world and must be ***********ive.
She showed it to the girls before he returned from the bar, each with a copy. "Give them what they want. Write it out and give it to me before you leave for school in the morning. I will type it out in emails."
"Why would they need our body type, breast size, and weight and stuff?" Toni asked. Katie just stared at her. "Right, we have to get out of here."
She was back at the library the next day. She debated for a moment: one long email containing all our information or three separate emails. It was critical that whatever they did was for all of them.
It did get long. They wanted a short de***********ion of why they were seeking a place at Haven. She included what the girls had written and was impressed. Next was the personal stuff: Katie Andrews, mother, age 34, Caucasian, long blonde hair, hazel eyes, height 5' 5", trim body shape, C-cup breasts; Susie Andrews, daughter, age 18, Caucasian, long blonde hair, blue eyes, height 5' 4", athletic body shape, C-cup breasts; Toni Andrews, daughter (fraternal twins), age 18, Caucasian, long blonde hair, blue eyes, height 5' 4", athletic body shape, C-cup breasts.
Then, they wanted photos. Facial and full body. They gathered in the bedroom to take them, which she sent the next day, identifying who was who.
Then, another response. No question, but that they were very careful and ***********ive. The girls would be out of school the next day. She showed the girls the email response.
"Interviews?" Susie questioned. "This is a process, isn't it?"
"No kidding," Toni added. "It sounds like Haven takes all this very seriously. Don't you think that if we can get accepted, we'll finally be safe?"
Katie nodded, "Be safe, be helped, and start a new life." They hugged, finally feeling that there might be hope for them. "They explained that the interview process is for their security as well as ours and that they have others at Haven to protect." The girls nodded. It was the kind of care and attention to security that they desired, too. "They will come to us for the interviews. You guys will be done with school, so your schedules can be open. What we need to concern ourselves with is him."
"But, Mom, he's going on that field repair project in a week, isn't he?" Susie reminded me.
"You're right. He'll be gone for a week and a half or two weeks," Katie said. "Maybe that schedule will work for them. They don't want us to travel and raise concerns with an overly attentive, paranoid abuser."
* * * *
They met a man in the lobby of a hotel on the outskirts of the city. He introduced himself as Kevin, first name only, and was a doctor at Haven. He led them up to a room on the third floor. The room was rearranged so it would accommodate three laptops on small tables and a chair at each. The tables were arranged so they would have our backs to each other. He explained the system employed by Haven to gauge the reactions of applicants to situations presented on the computers. They would be using headphones to cancel outside noise and provide only sound from the computers.
They were scheduled for three hours in the morning, lunch, and three more hours in the afternoon. Three days in a row. He confessed it was strenuous, but it only reflected the care and concern they held for the Haven community. They didn't object. He, him, that man, was out of town. Katie just needed to be home for when he might call after his shift in the field. Sometimes he called her cell, and sometimes the land line at the house.
The first morning was filled with extensive questionnaires about everything from their upbringing, men, home structure, control and domination, and abuse. It seemed exhausting. Then, there were videos depicting various forms of abuse treatment, ranging from one-on-one sessions, group therapy, and including zen techniques like meditation and yoga. After each video, they completed more questions about the videos. Kevin assured them there were no wrong answers. They were merely looking at how they reacted to each situation or activity.
They had lunch in the restaurant downstairs and returned for more videos and questions. At the end of the afternoon, he asked, "How are you ladies feeling?"
"Good, sir," Katie replied comfortably.
"Yeah," Susie responded, "really good, sir."
"I agree, sir," Toni added.
None of them even questioned the use of the word 'sir'. On the drive home, Kaie asked, "Honestly, how are you two feeling about today?"
They chimed in together, "Great, Mom. Really. It feels so … right. Isn't Kevin great?"
She smiled. She had the same reaction to the man. So different from what she'd had for a man for so very long.
The next morning, as she got dressed, she didn't put on panties. She didn't even think of it. She just didn't. Unknown to her, the girls didn't either. When they gathered in the kitchen to leave, Katie noted they were all wearing skirts and blouses. How interesting, she thought. She didn't question it. She just thought it.
They went straight up to the hotel room, where Kevin greeted them. He gave Katie a full hug and kiss on the cheek before letting her enter. He did the same with the girls. They all smiled at the attention. None of them objected or indicated anything out of place about the hug or light kiss. The morning was filled with more videos, questions, and endless words or music. They were given bottles of water for hydration. She wasn't sure if it was the water or the videos or both. Maybe the water was some sort of sports drink because she felt both subdued and energized at the same time. Contradictions, but true. She didn't think much about that, either.
Her mind flowed through the talk, videos, and questions with less and less trouble or fatigue. They were being fed a healthy dose of subliminal messaging in both video and audio snippets, not that they recognized it. Before going down for lunch, they used the bathroom. Katie couldn't believe how wet my pussy was, and the word 'cunt' flashed through her mind. She raised her skirt, slipped her hand between her legs, and felt. She moaned when she touched her pussy … cunt … and couldn't resist pressing a finger inside. It came out covered in her juice. She giggled. You really are a hot, sexy woman, she thought as she looked in the mirror. Where that came from, she wasn't sure, but she didn't question that either.
The afternoon session was much the same. Video, audio, and questions. How many men have you fucked? What is your favorite position for fucking? Have you ever done anal? Deep throat? Would it be nice not to have to wear clothes? Do you want to fuck right now? Or, suck a cock? Do you like it when men look at you with desire? Would you like to entice men to desire you? Would you like to have lots of men desiring you, wanting to fuck you?
When the afternoon session ended, "How are you feeling, ladies?" Kevin asked.
Katie walked up to the man and put her arms around him, pressed her body into his, and kissed him on the lips. It was hard and long. "I feel great, Kevin. Thank you."
She watched Susie and Toni do exactly the same things with similar words. It didn't shock her or cause her to question what was happening. She felt very, very aroused.
In the car, she asked, "Do I dare ask how you guys are doing?"
"God, mom," Toni blurted out. "I wanted to fuck him so bad as we were getting ready to leave."
Susie giggled, "I still feel that way. There is something about him, Mom."
Katie smiled in the mirror and at Toni sitting next to me. "I know what you mean. I wonder if it is him or Haven …"
"Or both," Toni finished.
The next morning, she not only didn't put on panties but also left her bra, too. Again, that never entered her mind. Gathered in the kitchen, it was easy to see the girls were also braless. She guessed they were also without panties.
When they arrived at the hotel room, Kevin greeted them again. This time, he not only hugged and kissed Katie, but he also groped her tit. "No bra, Katie, good girl." She smiled. "Is your cunt wet, too?" She nodded. Words stuck in her throat.
She entered and watched it play out with her girls, too. He groped their tits and they confessed to being wet. She smiled as she watched. Such good girls, she thought. They understand what a man needs.
The morning was more videos and audio. Much more graphic, too. A woman sucking cock and taking the cum into her mouth and then onto her face. Then, a woman was being fucked by a man as he moved her from position to position. Then, a woman is gang banged by four men, her cunt flowing with cum at the end.
With the end of the last video, she was gasping and moaning. Her fingers were deep in her cunt and stoking her clit. Her cunt was excessively wet as if she had orgasmed multiple times. Her eyes flickered open. She removed the headphones and turned to see the girls in a similar condition to her. Their blouses were open, their skirts bunched at their waists, their hands still stroking and fingering their cunts.
"It looks like you enjoyed those videos, ladies," Kevin said with a chuckle.
She giggled, "Oh … God … yes," she gasped. Her girls giggled with her.
"Suck your fingers clean of your juices, get your clothes back together, and we'll have lunch." The girls didn't say anything, and neither did she. She just wished he would fuck her.
After lunch, the girls and she barely touched while anxious to see what the afternoon held for them. They returned to the room, but Kevin passed it by to the next hotel room. He used a key card for it and opened the door. While still in the hall, they looked at Kevin curiously, and he just smiled, the door to the new room partially held open with his foot.
"You are doing very well, ladies," he said. "I think you will fit into our Haven community. Before that recommendation can be formally made, however …" and he paused.
Katie looked at the girls, and they were waiting, staring, and just as anxious as she was. "What can we do, sir?" she pleaded.
"Just tell us, sir," Toni added.
"We'll do anything, sir," Susie said.
"We know we will fit into Haven and be what Haven needs us to be," Katie said with new desperation. Interesting, if she had been thinking for herself, but she wasn't. No longer was she thinking of what Haven could be for them, but what they could be for Haven. And, she had no idea what that was. All she really knew was that she needed to be at Haven and she really, really needed to be fucked. She had never thought in those terms: cunt, tits, fucked. It all seemed so natural, though. The desperate need to escape him, that man, had been overshadowed by a desperate desire to be a part of the Haven community, and despite its remaining mystery, there was a deep feeling of fulfillment if they were accepted.
Kevin smiled again. He opened the door wider, and Katie stepped forward. He caught a blouse-covered tit in his hand and squeezed as he kissed her … or was she kissing him? Either way, she gasped and moaned into his mouth as his other hand found her skirt-covered ass and pulled her against him. She moaned into him again. Then, he released her and she stepped into the room. It was a normal hotel room with normal furnishings, including a king-sized bed in the center of it.
She turned back to the door as she heard a moan. Toni was in the same clutches of Kevin that Katie had been, and her arms were around his neck, her hips pressed into his. Next, Susie. Katie watched his hand grasp the tit of her daughter and watched her body pulled into his and their kiss, their very passionate kiss. Katie was holding Toni's hand as Susie was released, and she came to them, her hands reaching out to take theirs. They held hands in complete acceptance of what they had done, sharing the same feeling of … of it being so natural and right.
Kevin closed the room door and approached them. He stood before them and smiled. "As I said, ladies, I believe you are the kind of women Haven is looking for and can use. That's what you want, isn't it?" Katie stood with a daughter on either side of her, and nodded, and she knew they were as well. They were standing at the foot of the bed. She could feel its presence. "Excellent. I have a few questions, and then I can make my final determination of whether you belong in Haven."
Katie smiled. "We're ready, sir," she said for the three of them. The girls nodded their heads eagerly.
"How do you like to be dressed?"
"Naked, sir. If I could, I would always be naked," she gasped out. The girls verbally agreed.
"Why?" he asked.
She giggled, "Silly, to entice men to want to fuck me and to make it easy for them to touch me, probe me, and fuck me." The words came like repeating a mantra. The words reflected a belief born from repetition, like a church prayer from the repetition of saying it every Sunday. The words flowed from her lips like that, like a hopeful prayer."
"Toni," he directed his next question solely to her, "What kind of men do you want to fuck you?"
"Oh God," she exclaimed, "any man provided to me, sir."
"Susie, which of your holes have you been fucked in?"
She paused as if her mind was working on something. "Only my cunt, sir."
"Of you ass and throat, do you desire to learn to fuck using them, too?"
"Yes, sir!" she exclaimed. "Both, sir. I just haven't had the experience, but I'll learn whatever I need to, sir."
"In a single word, what are you, ladies?"
"Sluts!" they all said emphatically. He smiled, but then corrected them, "Yes, you are sluts, but not just sluts," he looked into their eyes for the next words to be held, "you are Haven sluts. You are sluts for Haven men and those Haven chooses. You are special."
Katie smiled at his words. Haven sluts. Special.
"Take off your clothes, sluts."
Her fingers were working the buttons of my blouse before the sound of 'sluts' ended in her ears. She shrugged off the blouse, her eyes catching the girls doing the same without hesitation. Next was her skirt. No panties and no bra. They were naked before him.
"NO … no, no, no," he uttered, and Katie could feel disappointment from not only her but the girls, too. "Sluts do not have hair on their cunts. Cunts must be fully and completely visible for a man to see and examine and desire."
"Sorry, sir," they all uttered in response.
"No damage done, sluts. You didn't know. Go into the bathroom, where you will find a hair removal cream. Katie, as the mother, you will read the directions to your daughters, and you will all help each other in the removal of all that offending hair. Part of your daily hygiene will be the removal of pubic hair." They nodded and rushed naked into the bathroom.
The door was left open. Somehow, they knew that sluts didn't mind being seen, that sluts were natural exhibitionists and enjoyed any exposure. The girls gathered before Katie, and she opened the box and read the directions. Not complicated. Trim the hair, apply the cream, wait, and shower it off. Test for smoothness and reapply if necessary. The girls were giggling. Their blonde hair meant they might have pubic hair, but all of them had sparse pubic hair, and the blondness made it less visible at a glance, which explained why Kevin hadn't noticed when they were masturbating to the videos.
"Ready, girls?" Katie asked. "I think we're going to be accepted. I just hope it is before 'he' returns."
"For sure, Mom. Yeah, let's do this. I'm so horny right now," Susie gasped.
"I hope he's going to fuck us, Mom," Toni said.
"Can one man fuck three sluts?" Katie asked as if the word held no negativity, as if she had just used 'women'.
They both giggled like the girls, or young women, they were. "Maybe we'll find out." She smiled at the thought, too.
She turned to pick up the tube of cream and saw the scissors sitting there. She smiled. Who's first?
After she had dried herself, the last of them using the cream, they stood looking at each other's cunts with smiles. She reached out to each of her daughters and felt between their legs and stroked their hairless cunts. Both moaned and returned the favor to hers. They stood sliding fingers over each other's cunts and moaning.
"Mom," Toni began softly, "have you ever … like … been with a woman?"
They watched for her reaction expectantly. She slipped a finger into each cunt and said, "Not yet." They both smiled and nodded their understanding and agreement.
They stepped from the bathroom and heard, "Now that is how a slut's cunt should look." Kevin was naked, and he was sure all of them noticed the same thing: his cock hanging long between his legs.
Now Katie understood. The reason why 'he', 'him', 'that man' had never satisfied her. She had thought it was her way, the way he wanted to fuck her, and it didn't do anything for her. No, she realized, looking at Kevin's cock. How could 'he' be so aggressive about using his tiny penis like there was something to be proud of? No, 'he' had a tiny penis. Kevin had a cock.
Calmly, he asked, "What does a Haven slut do when presented with a soft cock?"
Silly question, and they all responded immediately, not verbally but by action. They stepped toward him and dropped to their knees before him. Their hands and mouths began kissing and licking and stroking and massaging his cock and balls and any skin they could touch. They were clumsy and awkward as three mouths fought for moments with his cock, but he was soon hard, perhaps as much because three sluts were nearly fighting each other for his cock.
He stepped back from them. Katie watched desperately as the cock retreated. She stood, and the girls followed her lead. She sensed the next step coming.
He looked at them. "Your nipples are hard." They each looked down and smiled. Of course, they were, they were so aroused. "Are you cunts wet?" They all nodded expectantly. "What are you?" Haven sluts, they said immediately and in unison. "What do Haven sluts like you want?"
"To be fucked by Haven men, sir," Katie said for all of them. The girls nodded.
He indicated the bed, and they scrambled onto it without consideration of order. He crawled on, also. He was at their feet, their legs parted, and his gaze moving over their exposed cunts. Before him were Susie, Kate, and Toni.
He moved to Susie, the first in line, raised her knees, and splayed them wide. He inched between her spread thighs, his long cock pointing to her cunt. Toni and Katie raised onto their elbows to watch. His cock, pointing at her cunt was the most arousing thing Katie had ever seen.
"What do you want, Susie?"
"Fuck me, sir! Please, put your cock into my cunt and fuck me," she pleaded.
"No."
"No? Please, sir."
"You, Susie ... you put my cock into your dripping wet cunt," he said.
She immediately reached out, took his cock in her hand, and guided it with his slight adjustment as he leaned over her until his cock parted her cunt lips and entered her. Her deep gasp and moans signaled to Toni and Katie the penetration of her cunt. Katie was fondling a tit and stroking her cunt as she watched her daughter being penetrated, and her slut-soul was eagerly anticipating feeling the same thing.
Susie continued to gasp and moan as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her. "You are tight, Susie. You haven't had many cocks in your cunt have you?"
She shook her head, "No … sir … ooooooo Godddddd … this feels soooooo … gooooodddd …" She stared up at him. They were lost to her. They may as well not even be there; her full attention was so fixed on Kevin. "Fuck me, sir … fuck me … ooooooo … yesssss."
Katie looked the other direction for just a moment to see Toni's reaction. She was moaning from her own fondling and probing of her cunt. Katie turned back to Susie and Kevin, their fucking, his cock moving in and out of her … her daughter. Soon, she thought, it would be her turn to feel his cock inside her. Oh, how she wanted his cock inside her like it was in Susie.
Her wanton, lustful thoughts were broken when Susie cried out and shuddered in orgasm. Katie reached out to her and grabbed her nearest tit. She cried out and raised her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts. Then, she collapsed back onto the bed.
Katie turned her attention from her daughter to Kevin. He was slowly pulling out of Susie's cunt when he turned his eyes to Katie. She shivered in anticipation. God, she wanted to be fucked by a real cock instead of a tiny penis. She wanted to feel this so badly … no, so desperately. A Haven slut needing a Haven cock. That's what it was. She lusted for his cock. She desired it and wanted it and needed it.
Kevin shifted to her, her knees already bent and splayed to the sides. Yes, she was ready. She reached forward, doing a mini-crunch to reach for his cock to guide to her cunt like he had Susie do.
"Anxious, Katie?" he teased with his cock just beyond the reach of her fingers.
"Yes, sir, I want your cock inside me. Please, sir, don't tease me now when it is so close," she pleaded desperately.
He moved forward, and she grasped his cock and pulled it and him to her drooling cunt hole. He didn't inch into her like Susie but thrust hard and deep.
He chuckled as he thrust again. "You're tight, too, Katie. Your old man didn't have much of a cock?"
"Almost … none, sir," she gasped as his cock continued to slam into her. "Oh … God … this is good … to have a … real cock," she gasped.
He continued fucking her, and it had been so long since she experienced a real orgasm that she couldn't hold it back. It was too soon, but … she cried out as her release exploded.
Two down, and he moved to Toni. She reacted no less desperately to his cock and pleaded for it to enter her just like her sister and mother.
Better leaving, he admonished them that not a word or hint could be expressed to anyone, and especially not to 'him'. He promised to be in touch by the following night. He gave Katie a flip phone.
"Use this and only this for my communication. I will call you. Don't use it for any other purpose."
They left the way they came … except now having bald cunts and just fucked.
Late afternoon of the next day, the flip phone rang. "Hello," Katie answered. It was Kevin, of course. They were accepted! He told her to pack one suitcase each and a backpack for carry-on. Tickets would be waiting at the Delta ticket counter. The flight was early. He would meet them at the other end for the continuation of their way to Haven.
"Congratulations," he said, "I know Haven will work out well for you and your girls. You'll be safe there to become the woman you want to be."
"Thank you, Kevin. Thank you, thank you, thank you." The women they want to be, she mused, are Haven sluts completely. It filled her. Escape, yes, but fully being a Haven slut was even more. "Haven will have three new and very good sluts, sir. We are so so excited."