by Writing Shark
A day in the life of Valerie Hoover. Part I
After the mindshattering orgasm, Valerie Hoover’s life had changed radically. Gone were the days of carefree drifting with her friends. Gone were the long nights in discos. Gone were the meetings with her friends, the cheerleading practice and everything else that had made up her life.
Alice had told her a few days ago that she will become the head cheerleader from now on. How she will do it is clear to Valerie. Her father. Like everything else in this family, everything revolves around the influence and toughness of Master James.
Valerie had cried in her basement dungeon, ignored by her mother. That no longer frightened her. But that it took such a short time to fill her empty, desperate head with something new, that scared her. Until there was no time left for fear either.
After the orgasm and the realization that she had enjoyed her rape, the Winters family was everything in her small, confused girl’s head.
Every day goes by in the same way.
Early in the morning she is awakened. Either by a hard kick from her mother, a hard kick from one of the sisters, by her nightmares or, and this is the worst, by her wild wet dreams. And if she is too exhausted there is still the shrill alarm clock for both women.
After Grace and Valerie put on their uniforms and get fuckable (washed and shaved), they get to work in the still dark, sleeping house.
On the first day, Valerie wanted to escape but the strong, electrically charged ankle bracelet had only caused her to wake up the whole house with her screams and to get a good beating from the family. She had made this mistake only once.
So Grace and Valerie prepare breakfast every day.
Next, Mistress Alice is woken up. When she sleeps alone or with Elise, it’s easy, even though Elise likes to grab Valerie’s breasts hard in the morning if she accidentally wakes her up. If Alice is sleeping with her parents, special care is needed. A gentle shake on her shoulder is usually enough.
Her mother is better in the kitchen and so Valerie often accompanies Alice through the morning, waiting for the girl with a towel in front of the shower, helping her to dress and do her hair. Alice often has a kind word on her lips and praises Valerie for her good fashion sense or a warm smile when she needs fingers over or in her cunt. Sometimes she yells out at her waking daddy what a slut she is but nevertheless Valerie understands that Alice has special rights to be pleased by all girls here.
It’s traumatizing for sure, Valerie isn’t a lesbian, but Alice is kind enough to guide her through her tasks, licking and fingering with tears in her eyes and a sick sense of pride when she feels the warm liquid of girl cum on her fingers, mixed with the water of the shower.
“Daddy rips off the clothes you picked out so often, I have to go to the store every three days and buy replacements” Alice had said recently with a warm smile, breathing after her morning orgasm to clear her head. And Valerie smiled in response. Those few kind words keep her from going crazy. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Valerie notices that it is getting harder and harder for her to think about anything other than the tasks the Winters family has for her.
So it’s often just a thought, a realization, that haunts Valerie’s empty head, emptied and tidied up by the Winters.
It’s forever.
She stands against the wall to the living room next to her mother, quiet and obedient, watching the family eat with a growling stomach. Then she watches as the girls the women and the husband, get ready for a normal day. Amy wipes the cum or cunt juice from her mouth. Grace clears the table. James kisses his wife and daughters. Then they all leave the house, leaving Hellen, Valerie, Grace and Amy alone.
And lately, Gemma, too. But Valerie can’t wonder about it, let alone missing her old life.
In the late morning, Grace often leaves the house to go shopping, sometimes with Hellen. Otherwise, the two Hoover slave girls are almost always chained together. During this time, Valerie is lonely, as Amy does not speak a single word to her. And her ankle bracelet prevents her from even approaching the door. Her only occupation is work and getting avoided by her changed mother.
Valerie cleans every corner of the apartment, whether it is clean or dirty. Work is her life and her maid uniform is her second skin. On her knees she scrubs the floor, cleaning it with a broom and a rag. She cleans the shelves and tables. She puts away the dishwasher. She cleans the bathroom and the family rooms. She makes the beds and hangs the laundry. When Grace is back from shopping, the ritual begins.
The two of them stand in front of the webcam to which Alice and James have access. If Valerie does something well she gets finger fucked by her mother while Hellen watches and makes sure the camera records everything. If she was too slow she is beaten… and then finger and tongue fucked. Often Grace licks her extensively over her twitching asshole to punish her. But always the women show themselves on camera for James and Alice.
And never is Valerie allowed to cum.
She wears the same chastity belt as Amy now and only Hellen, her mother, James and Alice have keyes.
And the four of them torture Valerie like this in a whole new, much more horrible way.
She is ashamed, but after only a few days it is so bad that she begins to ask her mother to spank her, just so the licking doesn’t come right away. And always she stops, mercilessly, denying Valerie her orgasm.
“You must please the master” her mother always says when Valerie starts crying out of desperation. Then she beats her and pulls her by the hair to her next task.
“You must please my husband,” Hellen also says when Valerie dares to speak to her. The woman knows best how it is to take care of her husband and Valerie looks up with perverse anxious devotion to the woman who managed to please James.
You must please the master, she thinks to herself all day, reminding her of her rape. Is that what he wants? Should she submit to him? She asks Hellen but gets no answer, only blows and her mother’s tongue. The throbbing in her cunt shows her that it can’t last much longer.
No! This can’t be happening! He is a monster! They are all monsters! I mustn’t… But the throbbing doesn’t stop and the slimy feeling of her wet cunt on the belt almost drives her out of her mind.
And the day is only half over.
Writing Shark 