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.

Chapter 2: Plans and Acquisitions

 

An hour after the phone call, Jeff arrived at Chuck's house. He had been Chuck's college roommate decades ago and they remained close friends. Both of them discovered their taste for kinky sex play in college, but had taken different roads afterward. They were both successful businessmen, but where Chuck had found satisfaction in relationships with willing submissives, Jeff had found a group of wealthy friends who preferred coercing women into the lifestyle. Now Chuck was about to join that group and with their help, would take Amy's girls and mold them into the sex slaves he wanted.

As Jeff exited his car and walked up the steps to the house, Chuck emerged from the front door to greet him. The men first shook hands and then hugged each other, not having seen each other in several months. Then they went inside to Chuck's study where he showed Jeff the monitor displaying Marsha's current predicament.

"She is one hot little vixen Chuck, what is that she's watching?" asked Jeff.

"That would be some highlights from her mother's stint down there," replied Chuck.

"As if her mother's departure wasn't enough you are showing her what a slut she was, good way to start her mind fuck buddy."

"I have listened to your philosophy of subjugating women for years Jeff. Rule one is to rip away everything they hold dear, is that not correct?"

"Exactly, but you don't want them to go catatonic on you either. Would you mind if I took a few minutes with her? Right now this all about fear and anger for her, we need to introduce another feeling, one that will conflict with the others."

"That is why I brought you into this, I am not quite sure how I should proceed, so whatever you think is best."

"First tell me everything that happened leading up to taking her down there and then what you did with her in the room."

Chuck related the whole story to Jeff, who asked a few questions along the way to delve into Chuck's motivations. Once he knew how all this transpired he said, "My guess is you want her to become a willing sex slave, one that enjoys it as much as Amy seemed to like it."

"Seemed? Amy fucking loved it; you have seen her in action. I am positive she left the girls more so than me."

"Would you like to find her and see if that is really true?" asked Jeff, garnering a surprised look from Chuck.

"What are you suggesting?" asked Chuck, taken aback to think that maybe Amy was just acting her part.

"My people have been known to acquire specific targets, we could easily re-acquire her for more extensive training."

Chuck had never considered the possibility of doing that, having always relied on finding willing submissives. But now that he was committed to enslaving the girls, why not bring Amy back in and add her to the mix? She had caused him a ton of mental anguish with her abrupt departure and getting some revenge appealed to his new sense of dominating her girls without any regard for their desires.

"You could do that?" he asked his friend.

"As easily as what we are about to do with Marsha and Nat," replied Jeff.