by Writing Shark
Wolves eat lambs
You actually didn’t plan on surrounding yourself with people like Harold Hoover. But that’s the price a father has to pay. Valerie attacked your daughters, so you had no choice but to enslave her and her mother. It’s what you can do, what you want and what you’re good at. And your girls love you for it, even Valerie, who is waiting for you downstairs with Alice.
And besides, Harold makes it easy for you. You can read his eyes. The knowledge of being weak, the understanding of being at the bottom of the food chain, and the realization that Amy didn’t want to have sex with him, because of him, takes over his mind so much that he can’t even be angry about his family’s betrayal of him. Destroying his life is something trivial, something you’re doing for Alice and Elise, and you’re grateful to your daughters for at least having two more tight, willing pussies in the house. And these are the last thoughts you waste on the fate of the school principal. You look from him to Amy, who is standing next to the bed, sweaty and dirty, looking at you expectantly.
“Hello, Harold,” you say to the man and nod to Amy. “Shouldn’t you be looking for your family?”
“Amy…” This doesn’t surprise you and together with the defeated man you look at the dirty young woman who politely sits down at your feet and kneels in front of you.
“Master,” she breathes in awe, looking up at you. You’ve seen her so fucked up many times but now she just looks ugly, it wasn’t you who messed her up like that. Your slave looks at you apologetically, but you have never seen her speak more hopefull than now. “Have I served you well?” Her voice is fragile and feminine, submissive and graceful. You like that.
“Go wash yourself, you stink of defeat,” you say and as Amy eagerly jumps to her feet you see the desperate look on her face. You could give her a kind word, praise her for having a weeks-long affair with a strange man, only for you to kiss her on the lips. But this isn’t about Amy Schoomer. She has done her duty birthing your wonderful Elise. Instead, Grace enters the room as Amy rushes into the family bathroom she shares with her husband.
“Grace!” Now the old man comes to life. Ashamed, he pulls the blanket over his chest. Grace doesn’t respond to the bad situation in the room, her husband cheats on her, she cheats on him, her daughter is enslaved and none of that interests her. She looks at you questioningly, you nod.
“It’s okay, Harold,” Grace says and walks towards him. He follows her with disbelieving eyes at the motherly tone. “It’s good the way it is.”
“But… Grace… what… What is it like?” Grace sits down next to her husband on the bed and takes his hand. Her voice betrays her relief that everything is now official. “I don’t understand…?”
“You don’t have to, Harold, darling.” The woman smiles and directs his gaze to you, who are casually standing against the wall and watching the scene. Grace has already had her tongue in every asshole of your family, every pussy, almost every mouth. It’s all about closure and Grace is just as capable of breaking Harold’s heart as any other woman in your harem. They are all girls and women, and yet stronger than Harold. That makes you proud. “He is the one who understands everything.”
“Who? Mister Winters?” Grace nods in awe.
“It should always be like this,” she explains happily. “I belong to him. And Valerie too.”
“What… Grace… what…” She shakes her head and continues speaking in calm, firm, gentle tones.
“He’s fucking me, Harold. He fucks me so good. And he fucks Valerie too.” She leans against him. “Harold, we are so happy, you can’t imagine it.” She talks to a friend about the love of her life. “Valerie has finally arrived. She enjoys her life. And I’m so happy. It’s so good to know where I belong. Where we belomg.”
“You belong to me, Grace. Valerie and you, you are…”
“No Harold,” she finishes his first and last attempt to save his life. “We were never yours. Women like us belong to a strong man. Harold…” She looks at you, you nod again. Nothing can separate Grace from you now. “I love you.”
“Then stay with me!” he urges with disbelieving tears in his eyes. Another shake of the head. You can understand why he is like that. In his head he understands his defeat but his mouth is still too slow. The door opens next to you and Amy comes into the room. Harold and Grace don’t notice her, too lost in their emotions. Amy stands next to you. From the corner of your eye you see her struggling, something she’s never done in all this time. You know she really wants your affection. But then her domestication wins and she gets on her knees next to you. A soft moan escapes her throat as your fingers stroke her wet hair.
“That’s enough,” you say firmly and Grace immediately separates from her husband. It’s time to tell the truth. Men need the truth. Nothing is more dangerous than lying for a man who wants to make decisions about his life.
Harold watches his wife move next to you. Unlike Amy, she wants to get behind you but you stop her. Her loyal, loving eyes turn to you and shine like Harold hasn’t seen in years.
“Exactly,” you say to the man who you can somehow understand. You almost became like him, but managed to save your life at the last moment. “Grace is no longer yours. Your family answers to me now.” You wrap your arm around his wife and pull her towards you. A deep kiss follows. Grace has submitted to you and it is only right that you take what is yours. Your tongue enters her mouth and Grace melts in your arms with a love-struck moan. Her hot body presses against you while your strong arm gives her exactly what she wants. Support and stability. And in return you give the feeling of your fingers in her hot, greasy, twitching cunt.
“Why?” It’s not a specific question and Harold is already so defeated that genuine curiosity shines through his voice. You push Grace away with a tilt of your head and push her roughly to her knees. She just looks at you and licks her lips greedily. It doesn’t matter that she’s in her own house, she just wants your cock.
“Grace has lied to herself all her life. She wanted stability and security like any rational woman,” you say while taking your cock out of your pants with one hand. Harold sees your monster and his eyes widen. “But women are often stupid and look for things in men that they cannot provide. Nothing personal.” And Harold can only nod as Grace opens her mouth and puts her hot, wet lips over your cock. “I can do it. I don’t treat women the way they want, but the way they need.” Your hand grabs Grace’s hairline and holds her in an iron grip. Then you press her head onto your cock.
She gags and moans and kicks her legs but you don’t let up but move, letting her follow you.
“See?” you ask as you feel her throat around your cock. Then you pull out of her a little, press your tongue against the roof of her mouth and force thick saliva from it. Harold’s eyes flick from you to her and back. “Women like Grace know that they are only in this world to serve. It’s in their DNA. They know that they can’t do anything else and it makes them proud and happy when men like me free them from their lives and allow them to be what they want to be.” You look behind you. “And Amy is exactly like that.” You smile at the woman who has become a free whore for you and fill her with bright sunshine.
And that was the evening. You won.
The wife and mother. Not a husband but a master. Not a daughter but a household helper. Two fuck toys, holes on legs. My property.
You shake your head tragically and look at the heap of misery sitting on the bed, still trying to hide his beer belly from you.
That wasn’t the evening yet.
Writing Shark 