by Writing Shark
You teach the new fuck slut
Never in her life has Grace Hoover slept so well but as she tries to open her crusty eyes she remembers the terrible beautiful dreams she had. There was James, the father of two of her students, and he… Grace wipes her eyes and feels the muscles ache throughout her body.
“What…” She looks up at the ceiling of her room… Except it’s not her room. She starts to feel anxious. Where is she? What happened?
Then she hears something, the first sound that reaches her ears. Loud slurping. Moaning. She turns her head.
Then it all comes back. The date. The night. The sex. It was not a dream.
Grace is lying in a corner of the room where she was raped for hours last night. She wants to put her hands over her face, but can’t. Panic overcomes her. She is chained tightly, her hands and feet are tied with ropes.
“Good morning fuckslut,” she hears a deep voice. The voice. It is James. Grace looks at him. He lies relaxed in bed as the sun slowly floods the room with light and his wife Hellen forms a mound under the covers between his legs that moves treacherously.
“My God,” the young woman sobs.
“You called me that a lot last night” grins her rapist. “And you liked it.”
“No” sobs Grace with a trembling lower lip. “No.”
“You’ve always been good at lying to yourself” James sighs, turning away from her, ignoring her now that he has another mouth around his cock. He crosses his arms behind his head and closes his eyes in pleasure as his wife continues to orally pleasure him.
“What have I done?” Terror in her voice.
“You let yourself go.” Amusement in his. Then he turns serious, but doesn’t look at her, his eyes closed. “You were as free as you’ve ever been. You realized what you wanted in life and realized where you were at the moment.” A satisfied grin. “And you decided not to be where you are yesterday.”
And he’s right. Grace knows it, and the memories all come flooding back. Brutally honest and… beautiful. Relaxing. Free.
The sex was so incredibly good and she’s lost her mind. Not just almost, she knows that. She has become a different woman. Grace Hoover knows she should be strong. She knows she was raped. Sex without consent. She knows it was horrible. Terribly beautiful.
A single tear trickles down her cheek.
“What do you want from me?” she asks. She should protest. Scream. Call for help. Alice and Gemma live here. They are good girls, would save her from their father. But Grace doesn’t do any of that. She’s tied up. But it’s not the physical bonds. It’s her life. And this man, this stranger, has recognized it in a drunken evening, through her babbled words, and cut her bonds. And that’s what scares Grace Hoover the most. Not him or his wife. Not the rape.
“You ask what to do now that you’re free” he states without emotion in his voice. And again, he’s right.
“Yes.” Her voice is small and shy. Not a teacher but a student.
“I cut your bonds and now you are free.”
“Yes.”
“And that scares you.”
“Yes.” He smiles. Satisfied and relaxed as the sound of smacking escapes from under the covers.
“I can help you. Give you new shackles, better ones, exactly for you. Helping you with getting adjusted to freedom. Controlling you.” He smirks. Grace wants to say something, to answer him. Never in her life has she wanted something so badly. But James imperiously raises his finger and Grace is silent. She knows she will be a good girl for him.
He moans with pleasure, no sign of fatigue after the hellish heaven he fucked her through yesterday, and Grace watches him cum in his wife’s mouth.
There’s a knock at the door and… Her eyes widen as Hellen enters, a tray of coffee in her hand.
“Good morning fuckslut,” she greets cheerfully and kneels beside the bed, next to her husband. He lifts the covers. It should surprise Grace, but it doesn’t.
Alice and Elise look so natural, huddled between his powerful legs, safe and protected and pampered by his mighty cock, licking his piston in almost perfect harmony and happy, devoted and more unrestrained than she is.
“Thank you, darling,” James says, ignoring Grace, and strokes his daughters’ heads. “Take care of our newest possession.” There is no question about that. Hellen smiles and stands up.
“Come here,” she says kindly and leans over to Grace. She looks deep into her eyes. “You know it’s useless to resist,” she notes. “You know you belong to him now.” And Grace nods, her mouth slightly open as Hellen removes her bonds. “Look here.” Again she holds the camera in her hand and instinctively Grace knows what to do. James has told her last night through fucking her into her new mindset, and she feels a pride she hasn’t known before as Hellen points the lens at her.
“I’m Grace Hoover,” she begins in a brittle but eager voice. “And I detest my husband.” She looks directly into the camera. “Do you hear Harold? You’re a nobody and I’ve spent the last few hours being fucked from orgasm to orgasm by a man who is better than you in every way.” Tears stream down her face but Grace doesn’t know if from shame or happiness. “He and his huge cock set me free and I would do anything to keep him in my life, in my exhausted happy cunt.” Then a smile comes to her face that makes her tears look different, but fills her with happiness. “Our daughter is spoiled and I’m tired of pretending I have to approve of everything she does. I’m going to tell him her secrets. I’ll tell him your secrets.” Then she considers for a moment. “I’m Grace Hoover, and I’m going to tell this man all the secrets of the students who have secretly confided in me as their guidance counselor.” She nods with satisfaction. “I’m Grace Hoover and I’m a fuckslut.”
Hellen turns off the camera and looks to her husband. Alice and Elise – Grace is not really surprised to see the Schoomer girl between his legs, knows after last night that James could have them all – continue licking his rod, not interested in the room.
“Good girl Grace” she smiles. Then she holds out her hand to Grace. “Come. I’ll instruct you in your duties.” And Grace accepts the hand.
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