I should have had a very privileged upbringing. My father was a medical doctor and we seemed to have a very affluent life.
But appearances can be very deceiving.
He was a big man - 6 feet 5 inches tall. He did not believe in birth control of any means and he believed that a wife's role in life - and later his adult daughters - was to please and obey him in all things. He believed that a man was not a success unless his women were giving birth as often as humanly possible and it did not matter to him who sired those children as long as he chose the men to mate with them. He arrogantly believed that he was above the law and he had a right to lead his life of depravity..
Our home stood back from the main road just outside of town on a 20 acre plot of land. On the front of our home was the medical offices and the patient area. Five other doctors worked in the facility as well as my dad. Most of the other doctors were new Canadians who had recently come to Canada. They had no family in this country and they roomed and boarded at our home. My father often boasted that he had spared no time and effort in making sure that he got the right personnel to work in his medical facility. Each and every one of them had gone through a very very comprehensive screening to make sure that they fit in perfectly. He also said that if he was to be able to keep good men on staff we had to ensure that their every need was met and it was the females in the household who had to make sure that all of their needs were met.
My mother was a small woman - barely 5 foot 3 and one hundred pounds and she had to work very very hard to keep up the huge house and look after the children–a new one arrived almost every year. During the day when my dad was working my mother worked at cleaning the house and preparing the meals and looking after the children. Baby sitters were hired to look after the children in their quarters in the evenings and on the days when Mother was needed so that the adults would not be disturbed.
The year I remember most clearly was the year I turned 18. This was the year that my dad said that it was 'my time' as I was old enough and big enough to start helping my mother out in a much more meaningful way. I wasn't sure what he meant but I was scared - very very scared because I saw some of the things that my mother had to do and I thought there's no way that I'd be able to do the things she does.
For example:
Each evening after office hours were over the six men would come in and we would all sit down at the huge dining room table and have dinner. When dinner was over my mother would hurry and clear up the table and do the dishes, This usually took about an hour and and during this time the men would sit around and chat.. We would help mother put the younger ones to bed and safely in the care of the sitter. When that was done mother and my two younger sisters and I would jointly go with mother back downstairs where the men were.
Mother would wait anxiously for father to give her his signal. He would say 'games room' and my mother would quickly go into the games room and everyone else would follow.
The games room was just behind the garage and it was soundproofed so that no noise would penetrate to the rest of the house. When the heavy doors were closed and locked from the inside it was like another world. Easy chairs lined the perimeter of the room and in the center there was a large king-sized bed.
My sisters and I knew exactly what we were to do and we did it without any fuss - we would go and sit quietly in the chairs and watch as my father said we were to 'watch and learn'. By a motion of his hand my father would direct my mother to let her know what she was to do next. Usually it was to remove her clothes which she did quietly and obediently. Next he might make a motion for her to lie down on her back - once again she quickly obeyed.
Most times my father would remove his pants and by that time his penis would be erect. Then without any hesitation or preamble he would just get on my mother plunge his penis inside her and start pummeling her - we could see her stomach rise and fall as that huge penis went in and out of her. Sometimes we'd see her tears run out of her eyes as we knew that he was hurting her but she never once would make a sound. When he was finished dumping his load in her he would get up and motion for the other men and take their turns. One after another they'd thrash in an out of my mother until she was just panting for breath. Often after they were finished my father would turn to them and say, "Seconds anyone, you're quite welcome the go-ahead and use the Bitch."
Some nights this would go on for hours. My sisters and I would often find ourselves getting wet and very aroused and we felt so guilty because our mother was suffering pain while we were getting aroused.
Some days my father would tell my mother to prepare enough food for the following day because she had an appointment that next afternoon. When that happened our whole house was filled with expectation and fear of what was about to happen. I learned later that on those days my mother's 'appointment' was to go over to the medical facility to have a series of enemas so that she would be completely cleaned out. On those days she was to fast and not eat anything - just drink liquids.
On those nights my mother served the younger children earlier and got them to bed in the sitter's care so that the 'party' would be able to go on as long as needed.
There would be a special apparatus set up in the middle of the games room. After dinner my mother would go out and place herself facedown on the apparatus. She would be lying there naked in wait for everyone else to gather.
Father would come and say,"What do you have to say to me tonight, Bitch?" She would obediently reply that she needed to be disciplined. My father and the other five men would take turns whipping her with a cat of nine tails. After each strike she had to thank them and ask if they please give her more. All the men and my father would be completely naked and their penises would be totally erect a by the time they were finished. My mother's back would be laced with angry red welts.
My father would then ask my mother, "What request you have to make, Bitch?" and she would reply, "Please fuck me in the ass. My Lord - I beg you. Please fuck me with your precious cock so you will know how much I love you."
