1. Our Family's New Toy Ch. 1


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, Slavery, Teen, Toys, Author: Sweet Willow, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    Honestly, we did her a favor by adopting her. God knows where she might have ended up. There’s bad people who just adopt kids in order to collect the monthly check from the state, you know—how awful is that? They don’t want to love and nurture a child, they just want eight hundred bucks a month to pay for their nose candy and porn DVDs. No, we adopted her because we wanted her to be part of the family, part of the household. Besides, who can say no to a pretty pair of big blue eyes? I certainly couldn’t. It took about three months before we could properly adopt her. Anastasia was her name but honestly, we were going to change that the minute she was ours. Because of her age—fifteen—she was put on the fast track for adoption, and after one or two house visits, she could move in. The case worker nearly cried with happiness when she saw us, a healthy, happy family who just wanted to provide a home for a poor, down-on-their luck kid. Our family was standard size: Abigail (my wife) and I had two children, Tucker and JoJo. JoJo was the baby, only thirteen, and she was rather spoiled, I must admit. Tucker was our oldest at seventeen, and he was going through that phase where he thought his parents were wrong about everything. Abigail, my pride and joy, was a beautiful woman who liked crafting and had a rather successful little Etsy shop. I was a stockbroker, and a fairly good one, I must admit: we were modestly well-off, nothing too extravagant, but Abby and I had a decent ...
    retirement building up and our kids could go to college with little worries. Anastasia would be our newest addition. Our pet. We really needed a new one: we hadn’t had a pet since Molly died six years ago. JoJo was really too young to remember Molly, but we all loved her, especially Tucker. Anyway, we decided as a family that we really needed a new one. After searching through page after page of potential adoptees, we found her: the perfect pet. Anastasia Leland, with long blonde hair and eyes the color of the ocean. We were all terribly excited when she was finally ours. The social worker dropped her off and we finished filling out the last few pages of paperwork, signing one or two forms, and then it was all done. “Welcome to the Richman household!” I said cheerfully as Anastasia stepped shyly over the threshold. The last few home visits had gone great, with Tucker and Anastasia playing some video games together and my wife making cookies for her. Despite our kindness, however, the girl still seemed a little uneasy. “This is our humble abode,” I laughed, gesturing around at the large new hours. JoJo tugged at Ana’s hand. “C’mon, I’ll show you your room,” she said. There was a glint in her pretty green eyes. “It’s right next to mine.” The whole family trooped upstairs to show off the little half-bedroom where our pet would be sleeping. “There’s no furniture yet,” Abigail was saying as she opened the door, “because we wanted you to pick it all out yourself.” “That’s super nice,” Ana ...
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