by Writing Shark
Alice subdues Valerie
Numbly Valerie sits on the swing in the garden of her house. She hasn’t used the device for years, a remnant of a time when her family was still intact.
“We have one of those in the garden too,” she hears Alice murmur dreamily next to her. “Did your father want two children too?” She asks because both girls are sitting on a swing and swaying around in the warm night while the light is on in the bedroom upstairs.
“I don’t know.” Valerie is in shock. She knows what she has done, what she wants to do, what she will do next. She is in shock because she is looking forward to it.
“A man needs daughters,” Alice agrees, looking up at the window. “Two is best.” Then she giggles. “Or three.”
“Elise is really…”
“He got Amy pregnant shortly after he made me,” says Alice, telling the story of Elise. “It affected her not to have a father. A girl needs a father. Mothers are replaceable. The only thing they have to learn is loyalty, obedience and how to make your penis hard. Men need to know a lot more.” Alice grins. “Men shape the world. That’s why Elise was so hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” Valerie murmurs.
“She’ll definitely be your friend,” encourages Alice. “Daddy did her good. Maybe she’ll even stop tormenting you at some point.” There’s no pity in her voice. Valerie is far below Elise and Alice takes care of her sister first. Valerie understands that.
“Thank you.” The two girls are silent for a few minutes, during which Valerie thinks about her situation. “I still have… I still have these feelings… these thoughts…” she admits, looking at Alice. “Please… Alice… Mistress… I am… I…” Another tear rolls down her cheek and falls between her bare breasts. Alice, dressed in a white blouse, a denim jacket and a black skirt with long white stockings, hops from the swing and gives Valerie a sisterly hug.
“You don’t need that,” she says tenderly and pulls the jacket off her body, then gently places it over Valerie’s shoulders. “Daddy is thinking for you now. And he decides what you feel.”
“I don’t understand,” says the other girl, wincing. “Excuse me, please. I’m so stupid.” She thinks she’s going to get hit again. She must please the master and be a good girl. But Alice just pats her cheek.
“That’s a good thing,” she says and giggles. “Gemma had to learn that lesson too.” Gemma. Another girl who is above Valerie. “Look. The point is precisely that you are stupid. Girls are stupid. We are emotional, vulnerable, hysterical little things. You saw that during your time with us. The only strength women have comes from men.” Alice shrugs. “Sure, women can solve their problems on their own. Live their lives alone. But look at the chaos it creates when women solve their problems. And do you call this a life, what you live? Your parents?”
“No,” says Valerie and looks up at the bedroom window. Her father is up there. She thought he could help her, give her what she needed. But Mister Winters is up there too. And she wants to go to him.
“See?” Alice is satisfied. “It is useless that you cling to your former life. What would have become of you? How happy would you have been without daddy’s magnificent cock inside you? Who would you have served?” Valerie looks at Alice… and smiles. Faint but clear. “Exactly. Daddy has no problem breaking you. He also made Gemma better. So you can keep fighting. He likes that. And I’ll be there for him when he wins against you. I’m sure Elise would prefer that.”
“Yes,” Valerie murmurs. “I should be punished for my behavior. Master James should punish me.”
“That’s the girl again, speaking for you,” Alice admonishes her, this time a little more sternly. “You have made a decision. What are women?”
“We are stupid,” Valerie knows immediately. “Emotional and stupid.” Alice nods.
“There is only one decision you are free to make. You can make it or not.
“What decision, Mistress Alice?” And Valerie already knows what she will decide.
It’s not about the decision or the question. It’s about me knowing who makes decisions about me. And Alice sees the realization too.
“Do you want to keep being a slut or what my daddy wants you to be?”
“What Master James wants from me.” The answer comes immediately afterward. No break. Valerie doesn’t have to think about it. She doesn’t have to think about anything anymore.
“Then choose my father.”
“Yes.” And that concludes the matter. And Valerie is happy.
“You don’t have to think about your family anymore. No more arguments. And you will see that you will soon get along much better with your mother and Elise. They can hit you all they want and you will like it. You’re at the bottom right now, but everything that happens to you from now on is a sign that you’re where Daddy wants you. And there’s no better feeling than knowing that Daddy is happy with you.”
“Yes.” And Valerie cries bitterly. Out of joy. And Alice holds her twitching body and rejoices with her. It’s always nice to see when a girl is happy.
“Mistress?” Valerie sniffles quietly and Alice looks at her.
“Yes?”
“There is… There is another feeling… A thought… Can you help me?” Of course Alice knows. She is your daughter. “I… I’m so horny… Can you hit me? Or… Can you show me that I’m… right? Please. I don’t want to be naughty anymore. Please help me be the fucktoy you all like.”
“I don’t want to hit you,” she says lovingly. “That’s why I have daddy.” Her smile changes. “But I’m horny too. Come here.”
And Valerie kneels in the cool, night-time grass. Alice pulls up her skirt Valerie smiles when she sees the slight blush on Alice’s skin. It’s a nice feeling to be useful. She doesn’t have to have bad feelings.
“Yes,” Alice breathes as Valerie lets her tongue gently stroke her clit. “That’s it. That’s the power that Daddy gives us.” Her one hand holds the swing, the other she places on her maid’s head. Decide to only have good feelings, only the thoughts that Daddy wants from you.”
And when Valerie feels the girl on her tongue, she has good feelings. Alice spreads her pussy lips for her, exposing her tight hole, still dilated from her father’s last fuck. And Valerie no longer has to think about her own former father. She no longer has a father. And her mother is no longer her mother but simply her superior in the endless work. And it’s so easy to do her job well. With moist, happy eyes, Valerie looks up at Alice, the mistress of her life, only surpassed by the God who gave her this new religion. Valerie prays at the altar of Alice’s cunt and her prayers are answered. She feels her body twitching under her tongue, raises her hands and runs under her mistress’ shirt, caresses her breasts, feels the hard nipples. No more bad thoughts. No more bad feelings. Just the task ahead. She serves the Winters family. And she never has to worry about anything again. And the pain? She was afraid of the pain. Not anymore. Pain is a sign that it is useful. And if it’s useful then it’s safe, then it’s fine.
Just this one thing and the family gives me so much. Warmth, security, benefit. Affection, touches and so many orgasms… My God I am so happy! I am useful!
Valerie doesn’t notice how she starts to cry again, how her tears wet Alice’s thighs. She only feels the good feeling of the safe hand on her head and the wetness that soon splashes on her face as Alice comes quietly but powerfully.
“Come here,” the girl says, breathing heavily and hugging Valerie to her. Then she gets up too. “Oh…” she sways a little, Valerie supports her. “That was a good one,” she says with a grin. “You’re really useful.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” says Valerie. Then both girls look up at the window.
“Come on,” says Alice and takes Valerie by the hand. “Let’s say goodbye to your miserable life.”
“Yes Mistress… please…”
And Valerie is happy.
Writing Shark 