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

    purring sound, revealing a pale pink bra and her small, heaving breasts. She tried to squeal but it was muffled by the gag; she whimpered and looked up at me with her blue eyes full of hatred and tears. “See?” I said, my voice relaxed and friendly again. “Not so bad. Now. The house rules.” I turned back to my briefcase and began taking things out methodically. A belt. A coiled whip. A paddle. A length of cord. Nipple clamps. More cuffs. A thick blue dildo. “First rule of the house: you are a pet. We are your masters. You are to obey our orders or be punished. Second rule: you will not speak unless spoken to. You legally belong to us now, and we can do what we like. If you follow the rules and be a good girl, you get rewards and treats.” I stepped forward, two small nipple clamps in my hand, and pushed her bra down in order to free her small tits. They were perfect, a small B cup, with soft rosy nipples. I suckled on one of them gently, my teeth closing carefully around the peak, while my thumb and forefinger teased and tweaked the opposite nipple. She moaned, deep in her throat, a cry of desperation and just a hint of arousal. “Unfortunately,” I said, breaking free from her sweet nipple, “if you don’t follow the rules…” I licked the alligator clip teasingly and then snapped it onto her nipple. Her back arched and she tried to scream, but a dull moaning came from her throat. Sexy as fuck. I grinned at her and tightened the clamp a little more. “Rule three: do not escape or ...
    try to contact outside help. I cannot stress this enough. You are part of our family now, and remember that we love you. If you throw away our offer of help and the roof over your head, well…” I sighed and shrugged. “I’d be just as happy to give you away to the nearest homeless shelter, bound and gagged as a nice little present for their filthy, diseased dicks.” Her eyes widened and she went very still. Hearing me say filthy diseased dicks in a very calm and matter-of-fact tone of voice seemed to occur to her that this was serious, this was for real, she was becoming our slutty little slave. “That collar around your neck is our insurance to make sure you follow the rules. Take one step outside this door, and the electric shock will be enough to cripple your central nervous system for twenty minutes. Possibly even permanent brain damage. If you go near one of our phones without our permission and presence, you will be punished. Am I clear?” She didn’t move, just breathed heavily and stared at me. “Rule number four: You will address me as daddy at all times. You will call my wife mommy. Tucker and JoJo will have their own titles for you, I imagine, but you are not permitted to use our regular names.” I bounced her cruelly clipped tit with one hand and flicked the other unadorned nipple. “Now, the social worker in charge of your case will be making quarterly house visits. During these visits, we are going to appear like a completely average family. Your training, of course, will ...
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