XPost: alt.romance, alt.guns, soc.women   
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   Having never seen this side of their father, anywhere,   
   the girls were thrust into a world of bizarre unknowns.   
   Once the family arrived in St. Louis, and the Reverend   
   Derrick McGuire took off his preacher clothes, he acted   
   noting like a man of the cloth, and nothing like any   
   man they'd ever met.   
      
   After checking into a seedy hotel, he immediately took   
   the girls shopping for their new school wardrobe. They   
   shopped in stores that catered to women of loose moral   
   scruples -- whores and floozies, jezebels and hussies.   
   The girls knew about those women, but had no idea what   
   the women did to earn their father's wrath, or the   
   Lord's for that matter. They only knew that those women   
   were shameless and hell-bound for showing too much skin   
   and being loose with men. That much, they knew.   
      
   In the stores, the McGuire girls attracted a great deal   
   of attention and always had a troupe of male assistants   
   to assist. Customers gawked and their own father was   
   the worst gawker of all, insisting that each item fit   
   properly, and not in a dressing room, but on the store   
   floor, sometimes while totally naked wearing only high   
   heels. Only in stores along the seedy strip could they   
   get away with such behavior.   
      
   The girls soon discovered that their shopping spree was   
   a thinly disguised sex_show with their father serving   
   as the master of ceremonies. He directed everything,   
   showing them off like prize bird dogs. The girls   
   quickly realized their father got a big charge out of   
   turning on others using their intimate flesh for the   
   purpose.   
      
   The girls were soon in a state of shock. The panties   
   were of particular interest and their fit in the crotch   
   was of primary importance. The girls endured endless   
   changes and humiliating between-the-legs fondling, not   
   only by their father, but by every man in the store as   
   each was solicited for an opinion. Each man was given   
   the opportunity to explore freely.   
      
   The girls endured two hours of having their nether   
   holes probed, pinched, squeezed, and rubbed. Their tits   
   and nipples were sore from the constant pinching and   
   squeezing. Their panties were more often down on their   
   thighs as they stood naked in heels, trembling and   
   quivering to orgasms they never suspected their cunnies   
   could produce.   
      
   They were soon sopping wet from their clits to their   
   heels. The girls marveled at the wetness their cunnies   
   could manufacture in response to a man's stubby fingers   
   under the leering eyes of total strangers. The girls   
   lost their virginities to a black man with long ebony   
   fingers. He brought them to their tip toes, one on each   
   hand. The girls squealed when their thin membranes   
   ripped.   
      
   In the last shop they visited, a sleazy dive, the girls   
   were hustled off to a back room and ordered to strip as   
   ten men crowded in to watch. Several had cameras. The   
   girls, once naked, were ordered to lie down on the   
   dirty floor in reverse order, head to foot on their   
   sides. Once in position, their father shoved their   
   faces into each other's crotches while the men gathered   
   in a circle, took out their cocks, and jacked off on   
   them.   
      
   Their father made them lick and stood poised with a   
   folded belt should they falter. They licked each   
   other's pussies as semen rained in their faces. They   
   licked each other's semen-covered faces, necks, tits,   
   and asses to avoid the belt. As a grand finale, the   
   girls sucked spent cocks to another climax. When one   
   got a mouthful of sperm, she glued her mouth to her   
   sister's pussy and pushed the messy load inside. Before   
   they dressed, the girls had to give each other tongue   
   baths before the amused but twice-spent onlookers.   
      
   The girls left the store wearing clothes they could not   
   believe could be worn in public. And they left in the   
   company of a man they hardly knew, their father, his   
   fingers stained with their virgin blood, his semen   
   matted in their long tresses. They carried bags and   
   parcels with bellies full of semen. The girls hobbled   
   along on unsteady legs, made more unstable by the four-   
   inch high heels he insisted they wear. Their mother was   
   livid when they entered the hotel room.   
      
   The girls watched their parents fight for the first   
   time, and heard their father's explanation and   
   rationalization for sending them to a wayward girl's   
   academy back east, one that was heavily involved in   
   corporal discipline. This explanation they were hearing   
   for the first time.   
      
   Their petite, meek, and submissive mother never argued   
   with their loud and powerful father. This was a first,   
   not because everything was perfect to that point, but   
   because their mother seemed to know what the girls had   
   been subjected to.   
      
   Adrian took note of their skimpy attire, the way the   
   girls walked with sore and bowed legs. She saw teeth   
   and belt marks on their breast flesh and on inner   
   thighs. She noticed the dried semen matted in their   
   hair. Their appearance and shocky demeanor told Adrian   
   everything she needed to know. The girls stood off to   
   the side, confused, nervous, a bit frightened, but   
   attentive, eager to hear their father's explanation,   
   for he had offered them none.   
      
   He said they needed the strict environment the academy   
   would provide, and they had to look like wayward girls   
   in order to get accepted. They needed to look the part   
   or the trip would be wasted. They saw their mother   
   arguing the counter point, that presenting their girls   
   dressed like hussies might condemn them to labels they   
   didn't deserve.   
      
   And they saw their mother grudgingly accept his counter   
   counter-point, that doing so would insure that they   
   were taken firmly in hand from the very start, and that   
   they would get their money's worth by professional   
   child disciplinary specialists. For a woman always   
   looking for every ounce of value, Adrian offered no   
   counter to the counter counter-point.   
      
   Adrian ordered the girls to turn slowly in place, then   
   said, "They will certainly be taken in hand right away.   
   They both look like little trollops, but you shouldn't   
   have thrown their other clothes away. Now we must make   
   this long journey with our girls looking like hussies   
   displaying their intimate parts to every Tom, Dick, and   
   Harry along the way."   
      
   Derrick said, "They need time to adjust to their new   
   attire. Besides, we have no room for two wardrobes for   
   each girl. I don't see where it matters what strangers   
   see or think. Our motives are righteous and pure in the   
   eyes of God. I see nothing wrong with allowing passing   
   strangers to see these girls as whores. I expect bold   
   ones will take liberties; and I, for one, will look the   
   other way to a point. You should be prepared to do   
   likewise."   
      
   Adrian said, "And just what is, 'to a point?'"   
      
   "Well, I would not permit rough stuff, but short of   
   that, I see no harm in anything else."   
      
   "Derrick, honestly, you stun me. How can you even   
      
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