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.
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?”
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.
yes please daddy. Yes please I want to be a better slut for daddy. A much much
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.
girl. You're going to do something for me slut. You know you want to do
everything I ask you, right?”
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.
yessss. Yessss daddy. Anything anything at all. Can I cum though daddy, please
please can I cum?”
did I tell you about asking for treats? I will give you treats when I think you
deserve them. Do you understand slut?”
quick successive dozen or so hard flicks directly across the clitoral flesh and
daddy sorry daddy.”
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.
slut. Good slut. You know I only have your best interests at heart, don't you
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.
yes daddy thank you daddy.”
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.
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?”
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.
yes, yes daddy. Yes it’s clear. I know what I have to do. I know. I know.”
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.
do you have to do for daddy, slut?”
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
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.”
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
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?”
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.