Amy was sent to live with her aunt Susan after losing her mom in a car accident. Aunt Susan lived in the country with her two daughters. Susan's husband left her shortly after her second daughter was born. She loathed men and had no use for them. Going from a stay at home mom, to having to work menial jobs to provide for her daughters, made her hate people of higher means even more. Little did Amy know, she was going to leave a middle class life and enter a life of meager means. Aunt Susan was provided with a monthly allowance to provide for Amy until she reached the age of 21. Susan would have three years of the gravy train before Amy could leave.
Amy boarded a bus to take her to the small town where he aunt lives. Amy had only met her a few times when she was younger and did not remember much of her. She stared out the window of the bus not sure what was in store for her. After the long eight hour bus trip, the bus finally made its destination. Amy got up from her seat and stretched her tired body while her two bags were off loaded. Departing the bus, Amy got her two bags and as she looked up she saw her aunt Susan. The night air was cool and Susan was wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top. To Susan's right were her two daughters, Julie 19 and Jenny 20 standing beside Susan wearing similar outfits. Amy felt awkward wearing designer jeans and top. Amy walked toward the Susan and greeted her. Susan told her it was getting late and to follow them to the car. Amy put her bags into the trunk of an old beat out 1972 Mercury Monterey. Amy sat in the front seat as her two cousins sat in the back. Amy looked out the window as Susan drove her to her new home. They had driven past the nice neighborhoods and then into the lower class one. Susan pulled the car into the driveway. Amy noticed the old condition of the house. It was a simple two story house with the paint peeling off the sides. The yard had little grass and the shrubs were overgrown.
Everyone got out of the car and Amy retrieved her bags from the trunk. Once everyone was inside the house, Susan had everyone sit at the kitchen table. Julie and Jenny noticed the nice makeup Amy was wearing since they never allowed to wear any. They both giggled since they knew how their mama felt about girls in make up.
Susan looked at Amy and told her. "Young lady, there are rules to living in my house. Before I get to the rules, I need to ask you some questions."
Amy replied. "Ok."
Susan looked back at her and in a stern voice replied. "That's yes ma'am."
Amy felt a shiver up her back hearing that tone and crackled out a stuttering "Yes ma'am."
Susan looked at Jenny and Julie and told them to get the chair ready. The two girls giggled as they bolted from the table and headed towards the basement. Julie come back up to the kitchen and told Susan it was ready.
"That's wonderful Julie." Susan said with a smile. Susan got up from the chair and grabbed Amy by the arm and pulled her off the chair and started to drag her to the basement. Amy began to scream and cry as Susan dragged her.
"Cry and scream all ya want, ain't no one going to here ya anyways. It's about time someone taught you a lesson about manners and all. Your mom should have taught you some manners. But don't worry, Aunty Susan will fix that."
At the bottom of the stairs Amy saw a wooden chair in the middle of the room. The chair had an opening on the seat with a plastic bucket underneath. Julie and Jenny were sitting on the couch facing the chair.
Susan looked at Amy and told her to strip completely. Amy looked puzzled and before she could comprehend what her Aunt commanded of her, she felt the sting of her Susan's hand slapping her hard across the face. Susan looked at her daughters and told them to give her a hand. Susan held Amy with her arms pinned behind her back as her daughters began to strip Amy. Amy's blouse was ripped off, then her shoes, socks and jeans. Amy quivered as she was left in her panties and bra from Victoria Secrets. Julie grabbed the bra straps and pulled them down and reached out to unhook the bra, then pulling it away reveling Amy's firm breasts. Jenny pulled down Amy's panties and saw Amy's pussy was completely shaved.
Shocked at seeing a bald pussy on a grown girl, she looked at her mom and said. "Mommy, Amy's got a bald coochie."
"Does she now?" Replied Susan.
"Yes mommy, it's bald as a baby one."
Susan dragged Amy to the chair and pushed her down on her. Amy began to fight some as her cousins helped their mom get her into the chair and then Amy's wrists and ankles were tied to the chair.
Susan looked at the young naked body of her niece and told her girls to go up stairs and get their special night wear clothes on. The girls giggled again as they went up to their room and changed. They came back down wearing only t-shirts which were cut just below the breast line. Amy saw the thick hairy bushes between their legs. The girls sat on the couch with there legs crossed and Susan was standing behind Amy. Susan went over to a bench against the wall and grabbed a cigarette out of a pack and lit it up. She took a nice long drag then let it out, then put the cig in the ashtray.
She stood next to Amy and asked. "Are you a whore?"
Amy could no believe the question and uttered. "No."
Susan slapped Amy's right breast very hard and yelled. "No, what?"
Amy feeling the sting of the slap cried back. "No Ma'am."
Susan replied. "I don't believe you. I've read a lot of stories about girls who shave their coochies are nothing but whores and sluts. They put out easy and will do anything with a boy."
Susan looked at her daughters and asked. "What do you think of your slutty cousin?"
Julie replied. "Bet she's a skank whore and puts out easy for boys."
Jenny added. "Yeah, she's a skank whore and I bet she allows those nasty boys to put their filthy cocks in her mouth."
Susan looked at Amy. "I'm going to ask you some questions and if I think you're holding back on my, your young tender tits are going to pay."
Susan looked at Julie and asked her to get the special brush. Julie smiled and got off the couch went upstairs to the bathroom and came back with the toilet brush.
Julie smiled as she handed the brush to her mom.
Susan rubbed the bristles against the soft tender skin of Amy's tits.
