Introduction
A man can only take so much before he takes matters into his own hands. He is Chuck
Vaughn and he has an interesting story. He was married to Amy, a redheaded spitfire who
had a penchant for kinky sex games. He married her because he thought she wanted to be his
little slave wife, but he was wrong. She played the game, acted the part, but in the end
she tried to screw him.
He is in his late forties and Amy was closing in on the big 4-0, and he thought
they were happy. He met her a couple of years back and after a torrid and kinky affair he
married her. This also brought her teenage daughters with her, Natalie was sixteen at the
time and Marsha was seventeen. They were sexy little ladies, much like their mother, and
used those gifts for teasing boys as their favorite hobby. To Chuck they were merely an
afterthought while he enjoyed the time and games he played with their mother.
Then Amy, a week after Nat’s eighteenth birthday up and left them all. She left a
note for them saying she needed some time for herself and did not want to be a wife or a
mother any longer. Here he was, left with his wife’s grown kids and shocked by their
mother’s betrayal. The girls did not make it much better, thinking they could just go on
as if nothing happened.
For a few weeks he waited to see if their mother would return by her own choice,
but as time passed he saw that as less than likely. Neither of the girls had much
aspiration or a solid future; both were more intent on their social lives than their
studies. Marsha graduated last year and still only worked part time and even that was
sketchy. Nat just graduated and still had yet to get a job.
This story starts about a month after Amy left them. It was a Saturday and Chuck
was working in the yard, owning a large property outside of town. Nat was out with her
friend Julie, who was leaving for college on Monday. Marsha left for work, but returned
after an hour or so and stormed into the house. The sound of doors and such slamming
inside Marsha’s room, which he could clearly hear out in the yard, prompted him to go
inside and find out what happened. What occurred after he entered the house is where this
story begins.
Chapter 1: The Breaking Point
Chuck ran into his house after he heard Marsha slamming things around, partially to
find out what was wrong, but also to make sure she did not wreck the place. As he climbed
the stairs he heard glass breaking, so he bolted up the remaining steps and pounded on
Marsha’s door. “”What the hell happened girl?” he yelled through the closed door.
“Fuck off asshole!” was her abrupt reply, her tone quite abusive.
He went to open the door, but it was locked and something about that just pissed
him off to no end. He took the master key and unlocked the door, flinging it open to see
Marsha throwing clothes into a suitcase. But what really caught his attention was the fact
that she was just wearing a pair of thong panties and a bra, her work uniform lying in a
crumpled pile on the floor. She was built just like her mother, just a younger version.
“Get the fuck out of my room you pervert!” Marsha screamed, her fists planted on
her hips, not even trying to hide her barely clothed body.
“This is my house young lady and I am not going to sit back and watch you wreck
it,” he replied, trying to harness his anger and the twitch of his cock from seeing her
amazingly sexy body displayed.
“Fuck you! Don’t worry; once I’m packed I’m out of here! I just lost my fucking job
and with mom gone I have no reason to stay, so you get your wish!”
“Calm down Marsha, losing a job isn’t the end of the world. As far as your mother,
I am sorry she left like she did,” He kept his voice calm, trying to temper her anger.
Then she started to sob uncontrollably and she walked up to him and hugged him
tight, her soft skin feeling so good as she pressed her body tightly against his. He
hugged back and even stroked her thick red hair, so much like Amy’s. But unfortunately, or
maybe fortunately, her hot young body stirred something in him and she pushed away as soon
as she felt it.
“You are a fucking perve! Do you get hot and bothered by me, step daddy?”
He stared at her, anger now gripping him again, remembering how she flaunted that
hot little body all the time. She would prance around the house in skimpy outfits and make
sure he always saw her in the most alluring poses. Until now, since he always had Amy to
satisfy his needs, it never bothered him. But in this moment something snapped. He stepped
toward her and she retreated, seeing the anger in his eyes.
But her own anger still gripped her and she spat, “What are you going to do daddy
dearest, rape me?”
That was it; he lunged at her, grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down on
her bed. She struggled as she cursed him, but with a knee in her back and a belt from a
robe lying on the bed, he forcefully tied her hands behind her back. She was screaming at
him like a wild animal, but he didn’t care since no one lived closed enough to hear her
abusive rant. Once her wrists were secure he flipped her onto her back and sat on her
belly, pinning her helplessly to the bed.
Still enraged the little spitfire spat in his face and yelled, “Fuck you tough guy!
Don’t think for a minute that I will act like my mother did for you!”
He smiled at her as he wiped her spittle off his face, now that she confirmed that
she knew about their relationship. Or did she? He wondered. She was a feisty little bitch,
still squirming and struggling against him, though she had no leverage to move him off her
body. He did sense that behind her visible anger there was a level of fear building inside
her, and he needed to increase it, so he gave her two hard slaps across the face, which
stunned and silenced her for the moment.
Wanting to see how much she actually knew, he asked her, “So how exactly do you
think your mother acted for me?”
“You treated her like dirt, which is why she probably left you fucking perve! Don’t
think that Nat and I didn’t know about the room in the basement, you kinky son of a
bitch!”
Excellent! He thought, as she revealed that not only she, but her sister too, knew
about the games he had played with Amy. After she was gone he had decided that maybe the
girls would be more than ample replacements for their mother, but restrained his desires
until now. With the lithe, struggling nymph pinned under his ass those stirrings in his
crotch were getting more insistent. It took all his willpower not to rip her bra off and
really see her fresh young titties.
Instead he reached back into her suitcase and pulled out a pair of her pantyhose
and a pair of her panties. He wadded up the panties and as she continued to berate him he
shoved them into her mouth and used the pantyhose to tie an effective, though odd looking,
gag over her mouth. Now all he heard were her muffled curses, a sound he enjoyed,
remembering how Amy would whine like that when he gagged her too.
He reached back into the disheveled suitcase and took another pair of pantyhose,
then turned himself around and captured her kicking legs. In a few minutes, despite her
best efforts to stop him, he had her ankles bound together. When he stood up, she really
started flopping around and nearly bucked herself off the bed. The pitch of her muffled
cries got higher, telling him how truly scared she was now. He stared down at her twisting
near-naked body and felt his cock throb with desire.
“So you know about the room, maybe it is time you visited it,” he said.
She shook her head back and forth, trying to tell him no, but he wasn’t asking her
and scooped her up and over his shoulder as she attempted to resist him. Her 110-pound
body was no match for his 225 pounds and he easily carried the struggling girl down two
flights of stairs and into the basement. Her struggles diminished after she realized she
could not win. With Marsha still draped over his shoulder he opened the hidden door to his
playroom. A bookcase that swung away once he released a hidden latch that had camouflaged
it. He carried her through the door and laid her face down on a long table in the middle
of the room.
He took a wide but short leather belt and strapped it over the pantyhose that bound
her ankles, then hooked it to a chain and pulley mounted in the ceiling. She started
screaming into her gag again when he hoisted her legs up until her body was bowed
backward, with her weight resting on her tits and her ankles high above her. Another strap
was used to bind her elbows together and he tied it to her ankle strap, arching her back
even further. Now that she was tightly fixed, he removed the gag.
Fear had replaced her anger now that she found herself painfully bound and once the
gag was removed, she pled, “Please Chuck let me go,” sounding more like a frightened girl
than an enraged bitch.
He grabbed a handful of her flaming tresses, lifted her head to face him and said,
“You can start by calling me Master bitch. I am not only keeping you, but once Nat gets
home she will be joining you.”
“NO! You can’t do that! I’ll do whatever you want but please leave my sister
alone!”
“You are in no position to argue little girl and it is high time your sister and
you start showing me some respect. I have supported you two for years and got nothing but
grief from you two in return, now it is time for you to pay the piper.”
“But Chuck…” was all she got out before he cracked her across the face with his
hand.
“Who am I?”
“Mmmaster,” she stuttered, sobbing from the burning on her cheek.
“That’s better slut,” he said, as he held up a ball gag and shoved it between her
teeth, “Now be quiet and maybe I won’t hurt you as much, but then again maybe I will
anyway.”
Marsha suddenly realized how serious he was and whined as the gag was locked tight
behind her neck. He used a short rope to connect the gag to her elbow strap, forcing her
to face forward with her neck pulled backward. Through teary eyes she watched as he
wheeled a TV in front of her. It was on a cart with a DVD player on a shelf just below
it.
“While I get ready for your sister’s arrival you can watch your slut-mother doing
what she did best,” he said, starting the player as he spoke.
She was confronted by the sight of her mother, naked and hung by her bound wrists
with her legs pulled apart and tied to the floor. She was in this room, which Marsha could
tell by seeing the same row of whips and crops hanging on that were wall behind the TV.
She could hear Chuck walking up the stairs, even as her eyes were drawn to the sight of
her mother’s bound body being lashed by him on the screen in front of her. She was
mesmerized by the way her mother writhed under his whip. But what was most disturbing to
the poor bound girl was the clear look of lust in her mother’s eyes as her body was
painted with angry red welts.
Chuck went upstairs and after turning on the monitor to watch Marsha down below, he
picked up the phone and dialed a number. He was calling his buddy Jeff, since the original
idea to take the girls as payment for Amy’s transgression came from him. Jeff and Chuck
went way back, both enthusiasts of BDSM, but with a difference. Jeff was involved with a
group of people that ‘recruited’ girls without their consent. Chuck had steered clear of
them in the past, but now decided that their help would be needed.
“Hello Chuck!” Jeff said as he answered the phone, seeing his friend’s name on his
caller ID.
“Hey Jeff, how are you doing?”
“Great, what’s up with you?”
“Remember that discussion we had a few weeks ago about my issues with Amy’s
girls?”
“Of course, are you telling me you are actually considering my proposal?”
“Actually I am beyond considering it, since Marsha is down in the room right now.”
“Really? And Nat?”
“She won’t be home until tomorrow, but with your help I don’t expect too many
problems.”
“Chuck this is great I knew you would see the light. Do you want me to make the
arrangements?”
“The sooner the better, can we get them delivered by tomorrow night?”
“Two hot young sisters? I think my people will be more than happy to accommodate
you. Of course you will have to participate in a bit of an initiation, just to show your
commitment.”
“No problem there buddy, I have had enough of the SSC community. After what Amy
just pulled I need to vent some of my frustrations.”
“I have been hoping you would come around my friend. Let me make a call and then I
will come over and we can make plans.”
“Thanks buddy, see you soon,” said Chuck before hanging up the phone.
He went back to watching Marsha down in the room, shifting from one camera to
another to enjoy her predicament. He delighted at the look on her face as she watched her
mother first beaten and then stuffed with a large dildo mounted to a pole beneath her
splayed legs. Given Marsha’s arrogant and confrontational personality he knew that scaring
the shit out of her first was likely the best way to get her started.
Down in the playroom Marsha was indeed scared out her wits, never suspecting the
true depravity her mother shared with Chuck. Unable to dislodge the tight bindings that
held her in place, she tried to avoid watching the show in front of her. But her mother’s
cries of pain and pleasure kept bringing her eyes to the screen to witness her debasement.
The poor girl was in a state of mental anguish, wondering what prompted her mother to play
these sick games and did she really enjoy it as her facial expressions suggested?
She also wondered what made her leave. Was it too much to bear anymore? But if it
was, why did she leave Nat and her alone with Chuck? She did not know who to blame, Chuck
for being a kinky perve? Or mom for abandoning her kids to him. No matter what, she was
terrified at her future prospects and from what Chuck said, Nat’s too. As her body began
to ache from the strained position she was in, Marsha just whimpered and sobbed knowing
that she was now unable to escape this appalling turn of events.
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