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From: Velvet Wood <velvet@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Erik's Slut (mMF, nc?, humil)
Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 19:10:03 -0400
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This story contains arguably non-consensual sex between a young
wife, her husband, and her 14-year-old stepson.  If this sort of
thing bothers you, don't read it.  If you're underage, don't read
it.  If it bores you, don't read it.  If the idea of a grown woman
being turned into a total slut and used by a teenage boy turns you
on, read it.  Email responses welcomed to velvet@pele.cx.
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Trista didn't resent her husband for being 20 years older than her.
Nor did she mind that he was basically chosen for her by her father.
Oh, Edward had proposed and she *could* have refused, of course, but
her father would have been very displeased.  Besides, Edward was a
wonderful husband, just as her father had known he would be.  He was
kind and gentle, and treated his young wife like a precious treasure,
showering her with love and attention, pampering her extravagantly.
Even in bed, he was the epitome of gentleness, and if their lovemaking
was not the breath-taking, earth-shaking sort of thing that you read
about in romance novels, it was still quite nice.

There was one flaw in her otherwise perfect life, however.  Edward had
a 14 year old son from his previous marriage.  

Erik was what you would call a difficult child.  He was not at all
unintelligent, but his grades were abysmal.  The teachers called him
uninspired, uninterested, and an underachiever.  He was arrogant and
disdainful of authority.  Any authority.  The 20 year old girl his
father had married didn't have the slightest chance of controlling
him.  Furthermore, the boy was, in Trista's opinion, a pervert.  The
way he *looked* at her...well, let's just say it was *not* the kind of
look a child should give his mother!  The mornings after she and
Edward had sex were the worst.  He'd sit at the kitchen table, waiting
on her to put his breakfast in front of him, and he'd just look at her
so knowingly, so leeringly.  When he knew she was looking and Edward
was not, he'd even rub himself suggestively, or stare at her crotch
and lick his lips.  Their bedrooms shared a wall.  She knew he had to
listen at night, and the thought horrified her, but there were only
two bedrooms in the house.  So she just tried to be as quiet as
possible and not think about what the teenager might be doing on the
other side of the wall as her husband thrust into her body.

This was such a morning.  Edward was in the shower as Trista fried
eggs for breakfast.  Erik, dressed as usual in jeans that were more
hole than cloth and a ragged tank top that barely covered his slender,
well-muscled chest, lounged at the table.  

She had to admit, he was a beautiful boy.  He'd be gorgeous when he
grew up.  He wore his curly black hair long and falling down his back,
and his light brown eyes were almost gold and fringed with heavy black
lashes that would be the envy of any girl.   He watched her every move
through half-closed eyes, that sleepy, satisfied look telling her that
he knew *exactly* what she'd been doing the night before...and it
turned him on.  

Trista dawdled over the pan of eggs, hoping that at any moment she'd
hear the shower cut off and Edward would come to the kitchen for
breakfast.  Erik behaved better in front of Edward, though the man had
admitted that he was a bit lax in disciplining his son out of a sense
of guilt about the boy's mother dying when he was so young.  But her
husband was in no hurry to leave his nice, hot shower, and finally she
couldn't delay the inevitable any longer.  She put the eggs on a plate
and turned to take them to the table.

Erik had been waiting for that, and was as capable of listening for
the shower as his stepmother.  When she turned, he pushed his chair
back and slid his hand down between his legs, stroking the hard cock
outlined plainly through the denim of his jeans.  

Trista stopped dead, paralyzed.  Heat flooded her face but she just
couldn't tear her eyes from his cock.  It stretched halfway down his
leg, impossibly thick.  _God, it must be ten inches long..._ she found
herself thinking, fascinated despite herself.  As she watched, it
swelled beneath his caressing fingers, the head poking out through a
hole in his jeans.  It glistened wetly, a drop of precum oozing out of
the tip.  Erik scooped the drop onto his finger and held it out
towards her.  "Wanna taste, slut?"

At that moment, the shower stopped running.  Erik smiled and stood up.
He walked up to the frozen young woman and wiped his finger across her
lips.  She made no move to stop him, just whimpered helplessly.  He
walked to the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice before
returning to the table just as his father entered the room.  

Trista turned quickly back to the stove, unable to stop herself from
licking her lips, totally confused as to why she wanted to do so.  But
she did.  It was her first taste of cock...her husband would *never*
ask his wife to do something as dirty as give him a blowjob...and,
with deep shame, she savored the salty slickness.  Her cunt felt like
it was on fire.  She could feel her pulse beating between her legs so
hard she was sure it was shaking her whole body and her panties were
soaked.  _Oh god, help me.  What is *wrong* with me?_  

Edward came up behind his young wife, wrapping his arms around her
waist and planting a kiss on her cheek, totally oblivious to the
humiliating desire that held her in its grip.  "Good morning, my
angel."

Trista made herself smile.  "Good morning, Edward.  I have your
breakfast ready."

Breakfast went, to Trista's great relief, uneventfully.  She knew she
couldn't talk about Erik's...behavior...with Edward.  The man doted on
his only child, and would never believe such a thing.  Worse, he
*might* believe it, and would be horrified and disgusted.  How could
she tell him when he might see what it did to her?  It was simply
impossible.

"Sweetheart, I'll be out late tonight.  I'm meeting a couple of
associates after work for a drink to discuss the new proposal.  I'll
grab a bite to eat while I'm out, so don't wait for me.   And don't
worry, I may be *quite* late."

"Yes, Edward.  I hope it goes well."

He kissed her on the cheek and left to drop Erik off at school and
head to work.

----

Trista didn't expect Erik home on time.  He never came home earlier
than right before his father was due.  Tonight was no different.  He
came strolling in the door at nearly 8 o'clock, tossing his leather
jacket onto the couch where Trista sat watching television.  "Dad home
yet?"

She looked at him nervously, and the fear in her eyes was all the
answer he needed.  He laughed and started walking towards the couch.

An overwhelming feeling of relief washed over Trista when the door
opened and Edward stepped inside.  It was quickly replaced by
confusion, though, when Erik took one glance at his father and grinned
even more broadly.  "Oh, good.  Dad's home.  This should be
interesting."  He spoke quietly, just for Trista's ears.

Edward staggered slightly as he came in the door.  He laughed at his
own clumsiness and caught himself on the back of the couch.  He bent
down and kissed his wife gently on the lips and she nearly gagged at
the powerful scent of alcohol.  "Watching TV, sweetheart?  I think
I'll join you."  Circling the couch, he plopped down beside the young
woman and drew her tightly to his side.  Erik, still smiling, sat in
the chair beside the couch, watching Trista rather than the
television.  

Trista didn't know what to think.  On the one hand, she didn't really
mind being snuggled up to Edward on the couch, but she'd never seen
him drunk before.  She'd never even seen him *drink* before!  He
wasn't acting quite like himself, and that smirk on Erik's face was
really beginning to worry her.  The boy wasn't even pretending that he
wasn't staring at her, either, and Edward wasn't saying anything about
it.  She nearly jumped out of her skin when her husband's hand cupped
her left breast.  "Edward!"

He looked down at her, and his smile held a hint of cruelty.  "Hush,
love.  You're mine and I'll do what I want with you."  He squeezed her
breast painfully to illustrate his point.

Trista blinked back tears.  "But...Edward...your son!"

He glanced at the boy.  "What about him?  You think he hasn't squeezed
a few tits of his own?"

Trista was aghast at her husband's language as well as his actions.
He'd *never* talked to her like that before, not even when they were
making love.  

Edward seemed content to simply grope his wife's firm little tit for a
while, ignoring her discomfort.  He soon grew bored with the news
program on the television, however, and peered drunkenly at the remote
for a moment before flipping to the satellite menu and punching in the
code to disable channel blocking.  A press of the button, and a pair
of naked women appeared on the screen.  

Trista gasped in horror and closed her eyes, but not before the image
of the two women, one with her face pressed into the other's cunt,
licking frantically, was burned into her mind.

Edward squeezed her tit cruelly, pinching her nipple between his thumb
and forefinger and twisting it hard.  "Open your eyes, bitch.  I want
you to see this."

Trembling, Trista shook her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut.  

*Slap!*

More startled than hurt, Trista's eyes flew open as her hand went to
her reddened cheek.  "Edward..." she whispered brokenly.

"You *will* do as you're told, woman.  Learn that right now."

Erik's lazy, arrogant voice came from the chair.  "I think she needs a
spanking, Dad, to show her her place.  Don't you?"

"Yeeees..."  Edward smiled slowly.  "That's a very, very good idea,
son."  Before she realized what was happening, he pulled Trista across
his lap.  When his hands went to the hem of her nightgown, she started
struggling wildly.  

"Damn it!  Come hold her down, Erik."

The boy knelt by the couch, smiling into Trista's shocked eyes.  He
put one hand on the backs of her bare knees and the other pressed
firmly between her shoulder blades.   Trista felt her husband raise
her nightgown up over her thighs, then her buttocks, all the way up to
her waist.  She lay across his lap, only her thin white panties
between her and the lecherous teenager's gaze.  Then, to her horror,
she felt her husband slide the panties down around her knees.  

She didn't have much time to be embarrassed, though, because as soon
as her ass was exposed, her husband started spanking her.  She
squealed with surprise when the first hard blow exploded across her
backside, and then began to sob as he hit her again and again, as hard
as he could.  She screamed and struggled, but that only seemed to
enrage him and he doubled his efforts, each blow landing like a red
hot iron on her enflamed skin.   

*smack!*

"Will you obey?"

"Yes!   Yes, anything!  Please stop!"

*smack!*

"Not good enough, bitch.  Please stop *what*?"

"Ahhh!  Please stop please stop please stop!!!"

*smack*

"SIR!  Please stop sir!  I'll be good, I promise. Oh god!"

Trista's words dissolved into helpless weeping as the spanking went on
and on.

She promised anything he told her to, said anything he told her to,
not even comprehending the words he had her say, not caring what he
asked of her, just wanting the horrible pain to stop.

When it did stop, she wasn't aware of it for a moment.  Her ass was
just one huge, fiery pain that throbbed as she lay sobbing on his lap.
Erik wasn't holding her down anymore.  Instead, he'd put a hand on
each knee and spread her legs wide.  She knew that her cunt was
completely exposed, but she did not dare move for fear she'd provoke
more punishment.  Then she felt her husband's hands stroking her
burning ass and it was all she could do not to writhe with the pain.  

"Ah, sweetheart.  Your ass looks so lovely like this.  All nice and
red.  And your sweet cunt, all exposed.  Did you know your cunt was
dripping wet?  You are quite the little slut, aren't you?"

Trista was mortified, especially when she realized that the hard bar
against her stomach was her husband's cock.  He had been more aroused
by spanking her than he'd ever been in bed...but, then, so had she.

He was right, her cunt *was* dripping wet.  He proved this by sliding
a finger easily between the puffy, gaping lips and drawing it out
covered in her juices.  He dumped her off of his lap to kneel between
his parted legs and Trista gasped at the pain as her abused bottom hit
the carpet.  He slid his finger into her open mouth.  "Suck!" he
commanded.

Obediently, tears running down her cheeks, Trista sucked her cunt
juices off of his finger.  

"Ohhh...yeah.  That's a good little bitch.  I always knew you'd be
good at sucking.  You're going to suck my cock now, slut, and I'm
going to cum down your throat.  Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes Sir, what, slut?  Tell me what."

"Yes, Sir, it's okay if you...if you want me to..."  Her voice trailed
off awkwardly.

He slapped her again.  "You *will* obey.  Now beg me to let you suck
my cock and come down your slutty little throat."

Holding a hand to her burning cheek, she sobbed, choking out the words
he wanted to hear.  "P...p...please let me s...suck your cock..."  She
broke down, crying, and he twisted his hand in her hair.

"And?" he prompted, yanking her head viciously.

"A...a...and come down m...my slutty little throat.  Please, please,
please!"  Her voice rose in pitch as he pulled her hair harder,
tightening his hand until the skin of her face was taught and
strained.

Edward laughed and unzipped his pants.  "Whatever you want, my
darling.  I want to make you happy, after all."  Then his hard cock
was out and his hand in her hair was forcing her head down.  

He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, smearing them with
precum for the second time that day.

Suddenly remembering their audience, Trista turned frightened eyes to
Erik.  

The boy was sitting on close to his father, watching her hungrily.
His huge cock was bare in his hand as he stroked it slowly.  It wasn't
10 inches long...it was closer to 12, and almost as thick as a
seven-day candle.   It looked obscene sticking up from his slender
hips.  She couldn't take her eyes off of it.

A sharp wrench on her hair told her that her husband had noticed her
fascination.  "You like his cock, do you slut?"  His voice was amused.
"You'd like to have it filling up your cunt, wouldn't you?"

Trista just stared at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.  

"I asked you a question, whore.  Answer it."

"N...no!  No, Sir, I wouldn't like it."

He laughed.   "Liar."  He pressed his foot up between her legs for a
moment then stretched his leg out, the wetness coating the toe of his
shoe glistening in the light of the television.  "Your dripping cunt
says you would.  Lick my shoe clean, slut.  You can suck my cock
afterwards."

Crying, Trista crouched in the floor, tugging the hem of her nightgown
down, trying to keep from exposing her ass as she lowered her head
towards her husband's foot.

"No, bitch!  Don't cover yourself.  In fact..."  He bent forward and
yanked the nightgown over her head roughly, leaving her naked except
for the panties that were still around her knees.  Erik knelt down
behind her and slid those the rest of the way off.  

The boy put a hand on the back of her head, pressing her face down to
the floor and she obediently extended her tongue and started licking
her cunt-juices from Edward's shoe.  

Before she'd finished, Edward's hand in her hair yanked her upwards,
shoving her mouth down onto his cock.  Trista gagged when it hit the
back of her throat.  Edward moaned, thrusting hard into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's the way.  You are a good little cocksucker.  Deeper
now, cocksucker, swallow it all, that's a good girl...oooooh, fuck
yeah.   You like it, you know you do.  Raise your ass up, slut, and
spread you legs."

Trista obeyed without thinking, light-headed with the need for air.
She sucked frantically at Edward's cock, her only thought that once he
came, she'd be allowed to breathe.  Edward held her face with both
hands, moving her head up and down on his cock.  "Use your tongue,
cocksucker.  Make me cum.  Make me cum in your slutty little mouth
while my son fucks that hot little cunt of yours!"

Trista's eyes flew open wide at his words and she jerked as she felt
the head of Erik's cock rubbing against her dripping slit.  She tried
to shake her head, but Edward twisted his hands cruelly in her hair
and forced her head all the way down on him as the fourteen year old
boy's unbelievably huge cock started to slide, inch by inch, into her
tight, wet cunt.  She moaned deep in her throat, unable to believe the
pleasure she was feeling as Erik's dick stretched her little cunt
wide, barely fitting despite the fact that she was soaking wet.  

The boy grunted with the effort of working his cock into his
stepmother.  Trista was a delicate little thing, not even five foot
tall and very slightly built.  His hands nearly met where they circled
her tiny waist, pulling her backwards onto his hard shaft.  "Ooooh,
fuck, Dad!  She's so fucking tight!  It's like fucking a little girl!"

"Hear that, slut?  He likes your little cunt, likes shoving his dick
into it.  Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum soon.  The slut's mouth is just too
good.  Fuck her son, fuck her hard.  Make her scream around my cock!"

With a loud moan, Erik obeyed, yanking Trista's hips back and slamming
his cock as hard as he could into her cunt, burying all 12 inches
inside bruisingly.  Trista tried to scream as the boy rammed into her
cervix, but all that came out around Edward's cock was a muffled
squeak.  Erik began to fuck her hard, pulling his cock almost all the
way out then sliding in fast, making her squeal with every rough
thrust.

Edward groaned, his cock starting to shoot in his young wife's mouth.
Trista swallowed hungrily, totally out of her head with lust.  She
pushed her hips back to meet Erik's brutal thrusting while she sucked
desperately at Edward's cock.  Laughing, he pulled out so that the
last few drops of cum splattered across her face, rubbing the head her
open lips and flushed cheeks, smearing the sticky cum until her face
was shiny with it.

Trista whimpered and reached for his cock with her tongue, trying to
coax a few more drops of cum from its tip.  Edward held the cum-coated
head just out of her reach, leering down at her.  "What do you want,
sweetheart?  Tell me what you want, and you might get it."

"Please!  Please let me suck your cock, please let me have more cum!"
she panted, eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps, expelled every
time her stepson thrust into her aching, burning cunt.

"And why would you want to do such a filthy, dirty thing, my dear?"

"Ooooooh....oh god!  I don't know!   So good, it feels so good..."

"Yes, you do.  You know exactly why.  Now tell me."   He squeezed his
cock so that a drop of pearly cum oozed out the end.

Trista watched Edward's cock with hungry eyes, starving for the feel,
the taste of it in her mouth again.  "I...because I'm a slut!  A
whore, a filthy, cock-sucking little cunt!  Oh!  Oh god!  YES!"  With
each word, her arousal built.  Part of her was horrified, humiliated
beyond bearing at the words that fell from her cum-coated lips.  But
the biggest part, the part in control, would do anything to cum,
anything at all.  That part wanted to feel her teenage stepson's huge
dick spurting cum inside her, wanted to suck the last drops of cum
from her husband's cock and keep sucking until he was hard again, then
turn around and clean the cum and cunt juices from Erik's cock with
her tongue while she spread her legs for her husband to fuck.  She'd
never felt like this, never felt anything *near* this.  It was so
depraved, so perverse, so degrading...and she loved it.   She never
would have dreamed such a thing could happen, would have been shocked
and horrified at the suggestion, but now that it was...Trista moaned
and bucked her hips.  "Please Sir!  Please let me drink the cum from
your cock!  Please let me be your slut, I'll do anything.  Anything!"

Edward smiled and let his new slut take his half-erect cock into her
mouth.  Trista moaned and tried to show him how grateful she was,
sucking him as deeply into her mouth as possible, making little
whimpering sounds as she nursed at his dick.

He swelled in her mouth, the raw lust on her cum-smeared face too much
for any man to resist.

Erik shuddered, burying his cock all the way in his tiny stepmother's
cunt as it pulsed and filled her to overflowing with his hot cum.
Trista moaned in frustrated need when he pulled his still-hard cock
from her body.  

"What my slut?" Edward asked, feigning innocence.  "Do you need
something?"

Erik grinned, and brushed her throbbing clit with his fingers, teasing
it, and Trista moaned loudly and tried to press against his hand.  The
boy laughed, and withdrew his fingers, wiping them on her ass.

"She said she'd do anything, Dad, so why don't you fuck her ass?  I'm
afraid her cunt is a bit stretched right now, but that little virgin
asshole looks nice and tight."

Trista trembled in fear even as her cunt clenched hard at the boy's
words.  Surely he wouldn't do *that*, would he?  How could he do
*that*?  But her husband moaned and pulled his cock from her greedy
mouth, his hand in her hair swinging her body around so that the
teenager's wet cock slapped against her face.  

Erik grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, aiming his cock
at the back of her throat as he slid roughly into her open mouth.  She
received his cock willingly, eagerly, as it stretched her jaw wide.
The taste of her cunt mixed with his salty cum drove her wild, even as
she felt, to her horror, her husband's cock pressing against her tight
asshole.

Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked up at the boy.  He grinned
down at her and thrust hard against the back of her throat.  "Take it,
slut.  You'll like it.  Suck my cock while you get your ass fucked."

Trista shivered, closing her eyes again.  Her cunt ached to be filled.
She could feel the wetness dripping down her legs and her clit
throbbed, begging to be touched.  She reached a hand back, between her
legs, sliding her fingers around the slippery nub as her husband
started to press his cock into her ass.  

She squealed, tears of pain squeezing from the corner of her eyes.
*Too big!  It won't fit, oh god, oh...he's really going to do it!  Oh,
it hurts!*  Erik abruptly pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving her
lips gaping open in surprise.  

"Talk to me, whore.  I want to hear you beg like the filthy little
slut you are.  Tell me what you are, beg me to cum all over your
face."

Trista yelped in pain as the head of her husband's cock slipped past
her sphincter and his cock slid all the way into her ass with one
smooth thrust.  She tried to pull away, but his hands held her firmly
as he started to thrust into her virgin ass.

"OH!  It hurts!  Oh please take it out, please!  No no no no!"  She
started to sob.

Smiling cruelly, Erik slapped her, the sharp impact stunning her.
"Don't *ever* tell us no, bitch.  Don't ever tell *anyone* no.  You're
a slut, and you know it.  You exist to be fucked...in your cunt, your
mouth, and your ass.  Now *beg*!"

Still crying, Trista began to beg.  "P...please!  I'm a s..slut  I'm a
filthy little slut who should be f..fucked, and used.  Please cum on
my face, please cover my face with your cum.  Oh!  Ahhhh..."  Her
fingers started to move on her clit again.  She couldn't help it.  The
cock in her ass hurt so bad, but being used like that was so hot, so
dirty, and the words the boy...her *stepson*, a fourteen year old
boy!...was making her say--"Ah, please!  Use me, use your slut!  Cum
on face, in my mouth.  Let me drink it!  Fuck!  Oh, fuck my ass, cum
in my ass!  Oh, it hurts so good, I'm such a whore!"  No, he wasn't
*making* her say them, she realized.  She wanted to say them, needed
to say them.  Her fingers rubbed her clit wildly, taking her right to
the edge of...something.  Something she'd never felt when making love
to her husband, something she'd never came even close to.  She stared
at Erik's cock longingly, wanting to suck it down her throat so bad.  

The boy was jerking off fast now, his fist moving on his cock in
rhythm with his father's cock slamming into the slut's ass.   "Open
your mouth, bitch!  I'm going to cum on you now!"  His moaned as his
cock started to squirt strings of white, sticky cum onto the woman's
upturned face, into her wide open mouth.  It shot all over her,
dripping from her chin, splashing over her eyelids and into her hair.
It kept shooting like only a teenager's cock can do, until her face
was covered in it.  He slipped the head of her cock into her mouth so
that she could suck the last drops directly from it.  

Edward groaned, watching his son cum all over his young wife's face.
He thrust his cock violently up her ass, loving the feel of it, so
hot, so tight around his cock.   Trista screamed, and he felt her cunt
start to spasm against the bottom of his cock, squeezing her ass even
tighter around him as she came.  It was too much for him, and he
started shooting deep in her ass.

Trista thought she was going to die.  It felt so good!  The spasms of
her orgasm ripped through her and she screamed, smashing her fingers
into her clit and thrashing, actually shoving her ass back on Edward's
cock, wanting to feel him buried all the way inside her, wanting more
and more and more, and it went on and on until she couldn't bear it,
until she had to pull her fingers away.  Erik's cock slipped from her
lips and Edward's from her ass as she fell limply to the carpet, half
conscious.

"That's a good girl."  Edward bent forward and kissed her forehead
before patting her on the hip and staggering to his feet.  "I'm gonna
take a shower and go to bed.   You can do whatever you want to with
the slut, son."

"Thanks, Dad."  Erik smiled down at his limp young stepmother.
"Thanks a lot."

Edward stumbled drunkenly for the bathroom, leaving Trista alone with
the teenager.

Erik ran his finger along her cheek, scooping up a blob of cum and
slipping it into her mouth.  "He won't remember any of this in the
morning, you know.  He never does.  But I will.  And you will, won't
you slut?"

Trista whimpered, starting to shake with the realization of everything
they'd done to her...everything *she'd* done, she'd begged for.  Her
cheeks flood with color and she closed her eyes in horror, jerking her
face away from his hand.  

He reached out and twisted her nipple, pinching the tender flesh
savagely.  "I *asked* you a question, slut.  Answer it."

"Ow!  Oh stop! You can't..."

"Uh-uh.   I know what you are, and now you know it, too."  His fingers
turned caressing, tweaking the nipple into a hard little nub and then
trailing down her sweaty chest and stomach, hovering over the
cum-soaked red curls between her legs.  "Don't you?"

Trista held her breath, unable to believe that her body was responding
again, that that hunger was already building, demanding to be fed.
Erik's fingers brushed against her pussy lips, the tiniest touch
causing the swollen lips to fall apart, exposing her quivering clit.
He circled the sensitive nub of flesh, not touching it, until she
moaned and started to twitch her hips beneath his hand.  Then he
stopped, his finger hovering just over her clit, close enough that she
could feel the warmth of his skin.   His other hand held her hips
down, easily preventing her from moving, from arching into his touch.
"*Don't* you?"

"Oh please!   Yes, yes, I know it.  Please touch me!"

"Then what are you?"

"A slut!  A whore!  A filthy cocksucking little whore!"

"And you'll remember?  You'll remember what you are?"

"Yes Sir!  I'll remember everything!  Please..."

Her head thrashed from side to side as she begged him to touch her.

Erik smiled in satisfaction and slid his finger over her clit, sliding
it down and into her cunt, fucking her with it hard.  

Trista screamed in pleasure, and then Erik withdrew his hand, leaving
her empty and aching for more.  Her eyes opened and she whimpered
pleadingly.

He laughed, sliding his slippery finger between her lips, watching her
suck it hungrily.  "Good slut. I'll be home early from school
tomorrow.  Say, 9ish..  And I'll bring a few friends with me.  We'll
see if we can satisfy that hungry little cunt of yours before Dad gets
home.  Until then...you just think about what you are, and remember
tonight.  And do *not* touch yourself.  I'll know if you do, I'll
hear, and I'll punish you.   Do you understand?"

Trista's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded.  "Yes, Sir."

"When Dad's not in the room, you're to call me 'Master'.  Because
you're *my* whore, and you know it.  Don't you?"

"Yes, Master.  I'm your whore."  She whispered the words, her throat
tightening with humiliation, her cunt tightening with lust.  She was
his whore, and she would do anything he wanted her to, and they both
knew it.  

"Good.  Now get cleaned up.  Can't have Dad seeing you like this when
he's sober in the morning.  Go to bed.  And dream about what's going
to happen to you in the morning."

"Yes, Master."

Shaking, Trista climbed to her feet and went to obey her new owner.

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