by Writing Shark
Valerie does as you had planned
Nothing in your house happens without your knowledge and you actually have to smile as Valerie Hoover tries to take even one step without your permission. When you hear the sign of the ankle bracelet (not really out of battery but in a special, silent mode), you swing yourself out of bed.
“Can I help you honey?” asks your beloved wife as Valerie flees from the house. Tenderly, you kiss Hellen on the forehead.
“Go back to sleep honey. Just something I need to follow up on.” Hellen smiles at you gingerly and rolls back onto her side.
“What do we do when this ungrateful piece of fuck meat runs to the police?” asks Grace Hoover from the back seat. You gave her clear instructions to let her daughter go – she was the one who issued her restraint under the pretense the batteries were dead and she trusted her – but still she tries to make it clear she’s not on her daughter’s side.
“She’s a girl,” Alice says from the passenger seat, lovingly stroking your thigh. “She doesn’t think logically. And after tonight, she’ll only think about the only thing that matters.” She leans toward you and kisses you tenderly on the cheek.
She should go to the police. But yet here she is, standing in the backyard of her parents’ house. Valerie doesn’t know why. She should go to the police.
But would they believe her? The rape? The imprisonment? Valerie knows bad things have happened to her. But still, she’s standing here now, not at the local police station.
And she knows why.
She has enjoyed it.
She enjoyed the sex, the humiliation, the loss of control. She took off with the goal of bringing down the Winters family and with them all the women who submitted to it. Voluntarily. Like her mother.
But finally Valerie realized that she had done it too, submitted herself voluntarily. She had enjoyed being controlled. And she had never come so hard in her life, the one time Mister Winters had forced himself on her.
And she wants it again. With tears streaming down her face, the confused and lost girl is just glad she didn’t turn right around and scurry back down to the basement to a future she couldn’t imagine, now, but today she can.
Her cunt is slimy and wet and twitches like crazy under her chastity belt already again, eagerly awaiting the next touch of someone of the Winters household. She knows the police would help her. And it’s not that she doesn’t trust the men in blue. It’s that she doesn’t trust herself.
Would I go back to them if I could? And not having a clear answer has led her here.
Her father is as much a victim as she is. That’s what connects them. It’s the only thing that still connects Valerie to the outside world after she lost her status at school, her purity as a girl, and her charisma as a leader. And she has enjoyed it.
The house lies dark, with only a light burning in her father’s bedroom. He must be worried about Valerie, not knowing how long she has been away. The days were blurred in a fog of pleasure. She takes a step toward the house. Then another.
And then she stops.
She doesn’t know why even now. But she does. She tries to take another step. Her father would be happy to see her. He would help her. And even if they didn’t go to the police, they could run away. Start a new life.
But the basement, the prison for her body, and the belt, the prison for her lust, both are not the reasons why she can’t go inside.
“My God…” Now Valerie realizes it and she breaks down and weeps bitterly. She cries and sobs, tears running down her cheek and between her fingers. And she realizes that this will be the last free thought in her life. And she thinks it, can’t help it, doesn’t want it any other way.
“You are mine, Valerie.”
And even this thought is taken away from her.
It doesn’t surprise the girl one bit that he knows where she is and she doesn’t care how he always knows. Because he’s right. He is always right. He is too strong for her. She has no chance. She has lost.
“You can’t run from your wet cunt.” He stands behind her, his hand paternally on her head, patting her like a domesticated pet, carefree and confident. “You’ll always come back to me because no one can give you what I can.”
“Yes.” And Valerie smiles. She turns her head around, sees Mister Winters standing in the darkness from eyes wet with tears, towering over everything. The light from the house doesn’t make him brighter, it just makes him look like the dark angel she will worship from now on. “Thank you.” She quickly spins around and grabs his hand. She is naked, doesn’t recognize it, only wants to kiss the hand that gives her meaning. Her wet, hot lips press down on the back of his hand in a gesture of pure, loving submission. He’s going to punish her for running away. But that’s okay with Valerie.
She understands now what her mother feels and all the other women who live under him. And she wants it too, the simplicity, the security, the permanence. And the all-consuming, inflaming sex. If she has to spend her life in service to the family for it, give up everything else, then that’s a small price to pay for being fucked out of her mind by James Winter whenever he wants.
“Up you go,” he says, gently pulling her up. Valerie braces herself against his body, trembling at the thought of being touched by him, welcoming the fear of him. Beside him stands Alice, proud, beautiful and so much better than Valerie. How could she ever think she was even remotely a match for this girl? Alice is also kissed on the hand and Valerie looks at her gratefully for allowing her to be happy.
“Would you like to have an orgasm?” asks Alice, smiling kindly. This girl is so superior, she doesn’t need anger in her life. Not like Valerie. And Valerie wants to say ‘yes’. Wants to scream it. But she has been made better.
“I want to serve you” she whispers, softly and happily. “Please make me better.” Alice looks to her father, proud and confident.
“Go,” she says to her father. “Go and do why you are a father.”
Writing Shark 