Steven had frightened the life out of Bella. Truth be known he had frightened her half to death. But that is what he had intended to do. That was what he had set out to do. Inflict a shock. Inflict some horror into the teenager's life. He hadn't even known how old she was. Because she had taken on her mother's looks, and her build he assumed she was old enough. He might have accepted that she was probably not as old as she looked but that she was old enough. She sure had acted in the first instance like she was old enough. It had been her who led him by the tie to his apartment. And then he had taken over. Bless her, she had been like that rabbit in the headlights. And now she was an addict. An addict to her own orgasms. And addict to sexual activity. But Steven needed her to be an addict. And he needed to be her 'dealer'. Her dealer in orgasms. She had to understand that without him, or his position she could not orgasm. Without his nod she could not even touch herself intimately. She had to be an addict, a dependent addict in the most heinous way. He had had to make sure she got that hit of pure crack cocaine and then that she 'need' that hit from that point in.

"You're being a very good slut you know. But I need you to be even better. You wanna make yourself better for daddy. A better slut, hmmm?"

Steven was using the very end of a riding crop. One of those crops with the little leather tab on it and he was flicking it across Bella's clitoris. She was flinching and whimpering. One might have thought that she would have recoiled her clitoris. That under the little stinging pain jolts of the leather tab slapping across it, it would slide back into its hood. And stay there hiding. But it couldn't do that. Steven had denied this poor girl orgasm to the point that the eight thousand nerve endings had opened wide - like receptors for sensations. But sensations that they didn't recognise. They could have been pain. They could have been pleasure. But there was no defining line between the two. And those nerves and the rest of the clitoral flesh had engorged with blood and filled. All of that flesh had filled in readiness for an orgasm. But an orgasm that wouldn't be granted. It just wouldn't be granted.

"Mmmmm yes please daddy. Yes please I want to be a better slut for daddy. A much much better slut."

Those little flicks across her most sensual and sensuous of flesh continual and incessant making her twitch, little splashes of her juices flying off the tab of the crop. That tab stained with Bella's juices. Her juices like a continuous ooze from between her sex lips. The way her legs were spread and held spread by her, for Steven to do what he was doing, looking crude, almost obscene. This would sure not be a position, or a situation that her mother would like to see her little girl in.

"Good girl. You're going to do something for me slut. You know you want to do everything I ask you, right?"

He was flick flick flicking with that riding crop and he was punctuating his words with those flicks. There was entertainment value in watching the young girl flinch and twitch her pelvis and pubis regions as those flicks slapped home.

"Mmmmm yessss. Yessss daddy. Anything anything at all. Can I cum though daddy, please please can I cum?"

Steven flicked harder.

"What did I tell you about asking for treats? I will give you treats when I think you deserve them. Do you understand slut?"

A quick successive dozen or so hard flicks directly across the clitoral flesh and Bella whimpered.

"Yes daddy sorry daddy."

Steven gave another six hard flicks for good measure and the clitoris of this teenager became more engorged, more angry looking. More in need of an orgasm than ever. The cruelty of the regime that Steven had inflicted on this girl becoming more and more evident. Using her need to control her. And denying her need to control her even more.

"Good slut. Good slut. You know I only have your best interests at heart, don't you slut, hmm?"

He was using a tone, very specific tone with Bella. One that resonated with her. One that resonated with her younger mind. Using a gentle tone, and yet a firm one as he abused her.

"Mmmmm yes daddy thank you daddy."

And the thing was that Bella sounded truly grateful to Steven for the way he was treating her. For the way he was putting her best interests to the fore. Not his. Hers. It was in the way she responded to him. He had scared her half to death that first time. He had induced that shock and he had made sure that he had her total attention. All of it and then he had begun to teach her. To train her. He had to make sure that she passed the point of return. He had had to make sure that she was well and truly on the one way trip to hell. It was easy for him though. Easy for him to reel her in. To give her that first shot of orgasmic crack and then establish the addiction. This was a girl ripe for the taking. Just when her hormones were 'right'. The timing couldn't have been better if it had been minutely planned.

"So slut. I want you to deliver you mother to me. I have plans for your mother slut. And I intend to make her suffer. Do you understand Bella? Do you understand what I want you to do? I want you to set your mother up so that she has no way out. So that I can work on her. So that I can treat her as she deserves to be treated. Is that clear Bella?"

He was using a mixture of the slut word and her own name to fuck with her mind. And he was using a tone to emphasise that 'bond' they had. He was playing with her. Toying with her in the most base ways. The teenager didn't stand a chance. She had dipped her toe in the water and he had dragged her in fully. And once she was in that water with him she stood no chance. With Steven's twisted mind becoming more and more twisted and more and more sick, Bella was simply a victim. And she was collateral damage really. She had listened to his words, listened to them as each of those crop flicks slashed across her clitoral flesh. She understood the words. She understood the words completely and what Steven was saying that he wanted from her. That was the scary thing. She was even shocked by those words and yet those sensation which she wasn't sure about being pain or pleasure were now taking on a more prominent position in her priorities. They were becoming the priority in her life. The next orgasm was becoming THE most important thing in her life and she was willing to do anything just to feel that rush of pure undiluted pleasure washing through her. She literally would do anything for that. Even if she was shocked at what she was hearing. Even if that shock was adding another layer of subjugation to this young girl, the most important thing in her world now, and for the future was that orgasm. That pure orgasm.

"Mmmmm yes, yes daddy. Yes it's clear. I know what I have to do. I know. I know."

Her voice and her tone were wet. Saturated with desire and lust. The word 'need' maybe used too often but in her case it was warranted. She needed that cum. She needed it or she was in danger of tipping over the edge. The timing of that orgasm was important.

"What do you have to do for daddy, slut?"

Flick flick flick with the crop. Then lighter, almost swiping strokes that were taking the stores orgasm to the very tips of those eight thousand wide open receptors.

"Mmmm daddy, slut has to deliver mummy on a plate for you. So you can abuse her. Use her. Yes daddy, yes I will take her to you. I will deliver her to you. I will make sure mummy is there for you daddy."

Steven liked how her own arousal, her own needs were fuelling her desire to do the unthinkable and deliver her mother to Steven even though his intentions were clear. He liked that he had twisted this little girl up so bad that she was willing to basically give him her mother. But even that wasn't enough for him. Even that didn't sate him not really. As he 'swiped' that crop tab over the clitoral flesh of the teenager, he was enlightening her more as to what was going to be in store for her mother. As Bella was spilling into and through orgasm, Steven's voice was incessant and seductive at the same time in her ears.

"I'm going to bring her down Bella. I'm going to show her a side of life that she has never ever seen. I'm going to bring her lower than you are now. And I KNOW that you know you are pathetic and low. But what you are going through now is nothing to what your mother is going to suffer. It's true you know, she will wish more than once that she was dead. But that will never happen just so I can make her suffer some more. You know slut, your pleasure, your orgasms depend on your mother's suffering. Or the depth of her suffering. The more you help me, the more I help you. Do you understand, slut?"

And as his tone rose and rose so Bella's orgasm was peaking. And as she was peaking so she was ejaculating her own juices. Ejaculating at the same time that crop was 'swiping' her sexual flesh. And now that seed was planted - her mother's suffering and her pleasure. An incentive for her to deliver her mother to Steven would be the memory of this orgasm. A mind fucking of epic proportions. This young girl, no father around and so close to her mother that one could almost 'feel' it. And now in the process of being so twisted and so fucked up. And the link clear. It couldn't be clearer. Her pleasure. Her mother's suffering. Nothing could be clearer at all. Steven cropped this teenager to her most intense orgasm yet and even he knew there was more to come. Even he knew that Bella was going to more than earn her keep. He did briefly wonder about the long term state of this girl's mind. Of her mental health going into her more mature years. But it was just brief thoughts. Brief meanderings of the mind that kind of excited him even more. His own mind going into darker corners than it had been to yet. The thought of irreversibly fucking up a young girl and her mother was a turn on for him. A turn on more than he would have ever have thought in his younger years. His pre-prison years. But prison had changed him. Oh had it changed him. And that change did not stop or slow, or halt on his release. That change was an ongoing process that would see Steven C Wazcock sink into the dire of sadism of the most intense, and cruel kind. Pure sadism. Undiluted sadism. Sadism of the ultra kind.