by Writing Shark
A day in the life of Valerie Hoover. Part II
In the afternoon it is especially bad. Her mother is working against Valerie, teasing her, stroking her, making her think dirty thoughts. While preparing lunch she tells how nice it is to be fucked by the Master, how dirty she feels, how free she is from her duties as mother, teacher and leader. Free from Harold. And free from Valerie.
It hurts Valerie very much to hear all this, but Grace is always quick to reassure her that it couldn’t happen any other way.
“You are a stupid girl. And girls are made to serve the master. You just had this fate since the second you fell out of me.” Valerie cries and gets beaten when she is too slow. But at some point, she had agreed to the words. She doesn’t remember when and where, was too horny, too desperate, too tired and too… She knows the feeling she has but doesn’t want to admit it to herself. Instead, she admits to everything else.
Everything but that!
She admits to herself that she was a bad daughter, a bad student, a bad cheerleader. She had too many shallow friends, was useless. Alice is better than her at everything. And Valerie believes it now. She believes that she deserves her fate. And she sees it. And she acts on it.
When Alice and Elise come home from school in late afternoon, Alice sometimes after cheerleading practice, sometimes together, it is Valerie who welcomes them home. She takes the things from them while Gemma pushes past her and hugs Alice and Elise.
Sometimes the two students are too tired and leave it to Valerie to put their things away. Sometimes they do their homework right away. And sometimes they kiss and pamper Alice or do it on webcam for their daddy. And always they get to come. And always Valerie watches. Voluntarily. And never is she allowed to come.
Sometimes, when Alice allows it, the girls rape Valerie. Whenever she watches Elise lick Alice into three or four orgasms, Valerie knows what’s coming. Alice likes to get licked and fingered by them, rubbing her crotch over their face or holding their hands over her opening, sometimes feeling their tongue (mostly Valerie) on her tender ashole. But Elise has come up with a particularly nasty game and the tired laughter caused by a strained tongue makes Elise look particularly nasty.
The girls line up in a circle, throw Valerie in the middle, and hold the tips of their strap-on dildos in front of her face. It’s shameful, Valerie has never seen them use those things except for her. Dicks other than Master James’ are probably only used for punishment in this house. And that’s what the girls do, even Gemma who has absolutely no quarrel with Valerie. They let Valerie slide around the room on their knees, following her task.
“If you suck cock you won’t get spanked today,” says Alice almost benevolently. And Valerie crawls towards her in a panic, mouth wide open, panting like a puppy. But Alice keeps pulling back, laughing.
“If you suck cock, you can have some of the food you cooked today,” grins Gemma, whose body looks dainty in proportion to the big black plastic cock. And Valerie scrapes her knees on the carpet as she whirls around and crawls towards Gemma, begging to be violated. She pulls back too and Valerie knows what’s coming next.
“If you suck cock you get to cum tonight you stupid little bitch!” A wild scream pierces the house, panicked, frightened and desperate. And Valerie throws herself towards the dick Elise is holding with one hand. She throws herself towards Elise.
“Please let me suck that cock!” she shrieks. And Elise pulls back with a sneer. “No! Please! Please let me service you!”
That’s the way every game is, and Valerie loses. She always loses. She’s already lost everything, serving only instead of living, but that seems not enough.
What do you want from me?
“What do you want from me? Please! Please!”
“You must please the master,” says Alice with some care in her eyes.
And Valerie pleases the master.
Tasks, school, work. None of that means anything to her anymore besides a way towards her meaning. Every night she kneels between the mighty thighs of the man who rules her life with an iron fist and obediently suckles and licks the cock that gave her the last all-shaking orgasm so many days, weeks, years ago (Valerie has long since lost her sense of time).
While she spoils the hot, hard monster with her untrained, tired tongue and trembling lips, the only thought in her otherwise empty head is that she should actually have thoughts. She’s too confused to pay attention to anything but her tasks.
“She looks like she’s almost ready” Valerie hears the voice of her mistress Alice. It takes some time, then she understands that the girl is talking about her.
“Have you trained her?” asks the man. Valerie thinks she is pretty and talented. The guys she dated before were crazy about her. But here she gives everything to satisfy the man orally and his voice is not even brittle. Alice is just more important to him.
“Just like you wanted Daddy.” Between Alice’s thighs, her sister Gemma is kneeling but unlike Valerie, the young girl manages to earn her sister’s praise.
“She’s just too stupid,” says Elise, also straining and sweating slightly through the tongue of Amy Schoomer, her own mother, licking her with devotion.
“She’s a girl” the man reassures and sips from his glass. Then he sighs with pleasure and… Valerie balks as he pats her on the head. “Remember that it always takes time to admit to yourself.” Blinking, Valerie stops blowing the man and looks up at him questioningly. She doesn’t understand what he’s saying, but that’s what feels… right. She does this every evening now but this time there is something new. He smiles.
“Sir…” she breathes his taste in her mouth and her jaw aching with the effort. “Ihumpf…” Mister Winters pushes her back down on his big cock.
“Not yet Tiny Tits,” he says. “Not yet.” And Valerie relaxes due to a clear order. She doesn’t need to think.
And as she sucks the man’s cock, her mouth aching and her knees numb as her life has stopped and dissolved, a single thought comes to Valerie.
I like it… somehow… She cringes. And she sucks harder.
Somehow she likes it, even if she can’t understand why.
Maybe it’s the hope that I’m doing something right?
But Valerie feels stupid. Only intelligent enough to know that it is not she who has the answer. If life in this house has shown her one thing, it’s that she’s not the one in charge of her life.
And as Mister Winters buries his big, strong, powerful hands in her hair and pushes her hard on his cock as his dick bores deep into her throat, past the ceiling of her mouth, as he spurts into her gullet, shot after shot, as he fills her stomach with his cum, Valerie looks up at him.
And she’s proud.
She spends the rest of the evening just like she does every night. She cleans the apartment, cleans the rest that she didn’t manage during the day, gets her punishment from her mother. This time even Gemma spanks her to learn how to hit better for her daddy.
And after that Valerie waits together with her mother in front of the family room. They are waiting to be sexually available to someone or to serve the family in some other way.
Finally, everyone is asleep and her mother leads Valerie into the bathroom.
Seeing her mother naked is already quite normal for the girl.
The two clean themselves up and then go to their basement dungeon on their own. There is no need to lock the two up anymore.
Grace quickly falls asleep without watching her daughter any further, this time forgetting something, as Valerie notices the los battery on her collar. Soon a relaxing tiredness overcomes her as well. But this time something is different.
Valerie realizes what the Winters family has prepared her for.
She realizes that she is broken. She exists only to serve, thinking only of Mister Winters when she spoiled him, not for herself or her throbbing cunt.
She does it to please him, to see him smile.
She realizes that her fate is tied to that of the man who now possesses her.
It’s too much for her tired brain and body.
Valerie comes without touching herself. A long, silent, powerful orgasm. Not comparable to the feeling when Master James fucks her, but strong enough to bring tears to her eyes and make her twitch in the puddle of juices under her rear end.
There, in the dark, alone and with a semy clear head, Valerie realizes what happened to her.
And she makes a decision.
The wrong decision.
Writing Shark 