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Ella was not your typical 14 year old girl, her step family had seen to that. When her mother died things changed for the worse, her step brothers had a free pass to make her life hell now that they did not have to look out for her mother coming to her rescue and her step-father grew more and more unhappy, When she turned twelve he took her out of school, keeping the house clean and a meal cooked on time was much more important than a woman getting an education, so he had told her. From then on it was her job to look after the house and do all of the chores until a little after she was thirteen. Ella had started to blossom into a young woman at that stage, her body had begun to change and to be honest it still is now. Adrian her Step-father had taken her aside and told her of chores that had long been abandoned, chores that her mother performed and that it was time for her too to do them.
It was not exactly the sort of thing she wanted to do, not with him at least. Sex she had thought was meant to be reserved for her Husband but apparently she wasn't to be that lucky. So it began, long days spent at home cooking, cleaning and tending to the whims of the others followed up by long nights where she was taught just how to please her Step-Father. Adrian was not a man she dared cross, she had resisted him on a few occasions and when she had boy had she been sorry. He had caned her butt until it was not just red but until it was black and blue, every time she had sat down for a week she had felt the painful reminder. If she was to have a sort of normal life she had to ensure that Adrian did not find fault with her and hope that if she did well that he would keep his sons, Seth & Gabriel from harassing her. It was a wish that she had not seen come true very often.
Ella wore a pink tank top with purple letters emblazoned across the chest saying “drama teen”, the tank top was not quite a good fit for her, it was tight around her body, and no longer sufficiently covered her so that her it bared a small gap between the tank top and her pants. Ella wore a pair of a beige three-quarter length pants, white anklet socks and laceless tennis shoes, beneath her tank top she wore a training bra. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep her long straight black locks out of her face and out of her way as she worked. Her clothes were rather old, they were clean mostly because she washed them but they were well worn in. Based upon the tank top alone it was fair to say that she did not get a lot of new clothes and that she had grown substantially since the last time she had gotten.
Kneeling down on the kitchen floor, Ella spent her afternoon cleaning every inch of the kitchen, the dishes had all been cleaned, every surface other than the floor had been scrubbed and scoured clean and all that was left for her to do was finish scrubbing the floor. It was a hard task given that she had been provided with a hand held scrubber. There was an upside to not having to go to school, she did not have to endure taunts from her older step-brothers or their friends, at least not until after 4.30 when they normally got home. Ella hurried in her work, if she did not scrub fast they would be back and she would have to clean up their mess.
It was not exactly the sort of thing she wanted to do, not with him at least. Sex she had thought was meant to be reserved for her Husband but apparently she wasn't to be that lucky. So it began, long days spent at home cooking, cleaning and tending to the whims of the others followed up by long nights where she was taught just how to please her Step-Father. Adrian was not a man she dared cross, she had resisted him on a few occasions and when she had boy had she been sorry. He had caned her butt until it was not just red but until it was black and blue, every time she had sat down for a week she had felt the painful reminder. If she was to have a sort of normal life she had to ensure that Adrian did not find fault with her and hope that if she did well that he would keep his sons, Seth & Gabriel from harassing her. It was a wish that she had not seen come true very often.
Ella wore a pink tank top with purple letters emblazoned across the chest saying “drama teen”, the tank top was not quite a good fit for her, it was tight around her body, and no longer sufficiently covered her so that her it bared a small gap between the tank top and her pants. Ella wore a pair of a beige three-quarter length pants, white anklet socks and laceless tennis shoes, beneath her tank top she wore a training bra. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep her long straight black locks out of her face and out of her way as she worked. Her clothes were rather old, they were clean mostly because she washed them but they were well worn in. Based upon the tank top alone it was fair to say that she did not get a lot of new clothes and that she had grown substantially since the last time she had gotten.
Kneeling down on the kitchen floor, Ella spent her afternoon cleaning every inch of the kitchen, the dishes had all been cleaned, every surface other than the floor had been scrubbed and scoured clean and all that was left for her to do was finish scrubbing the floor. It was a hard task given that she had been provided with a hand held scrubber. There was an upside to not having to go to school, she did not have to endure taunts from her older step-brothers or their friends, at least not until after 4.30 when they normally got home. Ella hurried in her work, if she did not scrub fast they would be back and she would have to clean up their mess.
