IF YOU READ PART ONE YOU KNOW THAT THESE PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO GO CAMPING IN THIS INSTALLMENT. FOR SOME REASON I’M NOT SURE OF THEY HAVEN’T YET.



A couple of years back, before her dad had become so fond of disciplining her, and prior to her seeing his violent nature emerging (although she figured out pretty quickly that her mom had experienced some pain at his hands by then) Cindy’s dad had, one day, taken her to a house a few blocks from their own home. Inside, she had waited in the living room while her father and the woman of the house, Nora Timmons, had gone into Nora’s bedroom. Cindy could here them in there fucking their brains out. She was young, but she had known what she was hearing. Cindy was shocked. She wasn’t just surprised her dad would be with another women; she was upset that he would make sure she knew what he was up to. She waited for him, embarrassed, angry and impatient. When he was through, he and Cindy got in his truck to go home.
“Mom would be so hurt,” she said, “It’s not right what you’re doing.”
He’d smiled. “I’ll ask Bob Timmons if he though your mom was upset.”
“He was at our house?”
“Uh huh.”
When they’d arrived home her mom had been angry and spoke in short, clipped, accusatory tones to her dad. Finally, she found some courage and got to what was on her mind. “I’m not some piece of property to pass around with your buddies,” she’d said, glaring at him. Her dad’s features clouded. He had roughly grabbed Cindy’s mom and taken her down to the basement. She could here him yelling at her down there and Cindy crept down the stairs and saw what he was doing to her. He took her mom to a work bench where he bent her hips over the rough thing and tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench. He whipped her ass hard with his leather belt, yelling at her about doing a woman’s duty and what it means for a man to run the household. Finished with the beating, he got serious. He forced a length of ridged metal pipe into her rectum and began heating it with a blow torch.
“Gonna do what you’re told?”
“YES! YES! YES!” She started screaming for him to stop. “PLEASE! IT HURTS! OOOOWWWW!!!”
“You do as you’re fucking told!” He turned the torch off and watched his wife squirm in pain.
“I will! I will! I swear!”
“Fucking better. You think about your smart mouth for a bit.”
Cindy got out before her dad saw her. He came up the stairs alone, face a mask of pure rage and he left her mom tied up in the basement all night. Cindy thought about untying her but she imagined that metal rod in her own ass, glowing red with heat, burning her insides, her father taking off his belt to whip her and she couldn’t find the courage to interfere.